Henrick padded down to the dungeons, swiftly trying to make it to the common room. Almost there, almost there, almost there, almost there, he thought to himself. He stopped, turning, and backed up almost touching the wall. He looked over his shoulder so much, he might as well've been walking backwards. A bit farther, and he lost it completely.

He charged on to the common room, pushing against the cold dungeon walls to turn, and hooking his hands around corners. He leapt the last few feet, desperate to get to the Slytherin Common room.