Forgetting himself for a moment, Nathan scratched his arm distractedly (Nicoli may have charmed these robes but they were still darn uncomfortable), gazing off down the corridor. Lots of doors... Just great. This was going to take longer than Level Eight.

“Erm...” he started. “...why don't we split up. ...How about you take..” he glanced at the directory on the wall. “...the manager's office, Ludicrous Patents and the Quidditch offices; and I'll take the other three rooms?” he suggested, stopping his scratching to look back at her.