Following behind Calla their shoes made a happy chattering on the stones of the dungeon. Almost as happy as the chatter between the girls as they followed the short distance until Calla stopped in front of a painting.

"Tickle the pear?" Sisse echoed an equal mix of skepticism and amusement. She certainly did feel funny about that but she stepped up to the painting curiously and eyed the pear.

"I haven't met one either." Sisse put in off-handly before she reached over and tickled the paint of the pear. It was weird, trying to tickle a paining instead of flesh - it didn't give and she was almost worried that her finger would go through the delicate canvas of the painting. That was until the portrait began to swing open like the fat lady who stood guard of the Gryffindor common room.