Tinka shook her head a bit. None of the studentsies ever had whisks. "Wand do work, whisk be better." She made her way a little further down the corridor and paused, she faced a portrait of one particularly stern looking man and tapped her whisk on the bottom left corner three times. "Like Tinka, Miss Lydia."

She stood to the side and waited for Miss Lydia to tap the bottom of the portrait, knowing that when she did, the portrait would slide to the side, opening up a very dark passageway. It wasn't that she didn't like the Dungeon Corridor, she would just rather not be in the cold, dark, place when she could be warm and toasty.