Emil Gareth Wilson walked the corridors with a rather confused expression; why were the halls of the dungeon so void of life? Why did he get into the house with the coldest rooms? Why... Why was he asking himself so many stupid question?

He stopped walking and looked back the way he came and the direction he was headed in, both ways were so dark he couldn't make out if anyone else was approching him from either direction, so just in case he slowed down so as to avoid any trouble that might be looking to crash into him.
Finally a small noise made him jump and begin to run the entire distance of the hallway. "This dungeon is the worst!" He screamed inside his startled head as he continued to run in the direction he prayed was towards the Slytherin common room.