A stale breeze swept the corridor and swirled the air like a cyclone of rot that licked at the faces of those occupying the space and swept dust off the walls and floor. Soon, as though suddenly cut off at the source, the breeze stopped and an eerie stillness consumed the darkness with the faintest of growls echoed in the distance.

Whatever it was that had made the noise had moved on elsewhere and was no where to be seen in the corridor even with the Unspeakable's wand lit.

How curious.

But not all is for not as by the grace of Lumos a crimson red and wet trail, indicating that something had been dragged through here, revealed itself in a rather slapdash manner.

Curious indeed.