There was something much, much worse about the hollowness in here. Tybalt rather thought he'd have been less afraid if something had come charging out to meet them, but as it was - all there was was silence, and strange symbols, and yawning tunnels.

Tybalt twirled his bat uncomfortably in his hand, as his lone companion chose a path to take. Arbitrary, but then, who was Tyb to argue? He hadn't the faintest idea what any of this meant. "Up we go," he agreed, feeling the incline almost immediately. At least all that quidditch had ensured he wasn't scared of heights?

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