Germander had been on the way back to the common room from the owlry - the two were virtually equal in height but he still had to descend to go from one to the other. It was a straightforward trip, he made it often, sending off letters to his brother. Today, something was different. Out of one of the staircases was acting funky - it wasn't following its normal pattern. He could double back but then it would take far longer, so when it swung back around he risked it, darting forwards to get onto the stairs. He could hear footsteps behind him, but he didn't bother to check, assuming that it would hopefully swing back around - only for it to dead stop with neither side attached to a platform with no movement.

He sighed, leaning against the rail, annoyed. It was the middle of the day on a Sunday - it wasn't like he had curfew to worry about, but it was still annoying.

"And Miss Scrimegour, we are stuck."