The gold gryffin statue moved aside, and the stone spiral staircase moved up to the castle-like door like an escalator at a mall. When it stopped, Snape brushed his hand along my lower back, pushing me subtly forward. I stumbled slightly, surprised that he would touch me. I followed, and Dumbledore was at his desk looking over a big parchment that had been laid across the whole of his large golden desk.