“Oh, pfft,” Tyb scoffed cheerfully. The Great Hall and its ceiling was fairly spectacular, that was true, but the school liked to show that off rather too much. “I think we can do better than that,” he declared, brightening to the challenge - a challenge set possibly more by himself than the guest of the castle beside him, (but that was only what politeness prevented, Tybalt was sure). Either way, he was delighted for a distraction such as this.
And if there was a little selfish nostalgia in it, well there was no harm in a hasty turn of a tour, was there? The young'uns would all be safely tucked up in their dormitories, and the professors tied up at the ball. They might bump into the ghosts, or perhaps even to Peeves, but Tyb didn't suppose either of those a particular drawback. Perhaps he should expressly try to engineer that...
“Come along, young man,” Tybalt said, mimicking Mr. Grumpy-Pants Portrait up there in tone and in his chivvying of the stranger down along the hallway. “Let’s give you a real look at the place.” Without waiting for the other young man to trot on - or introduce himself, for that matter - Tybalt broke into movement, bounding off and trying to decide what would be most interesting to show him. Fortunately, it being in the grounds and not the castle, the quidditch pitch was out - he missed it too badly to go back - and the classrooms were very quickly dashed off the list as possibilities. They could go snooping about in the dungeons, perhaps, or up behind some of those tapestry-hidden passages. They mightn’t make it all the way up to the Astronomy Tower - oh, but you could see over all of Hogsmeade from there! - but even the set of staircases on the way up was rather something.
And if there was a little selfish nostalgia in it, well there was no harm in a hasty turn of a tour, was there? The young'uns would all be safely tucked up in their dormitories, and the professors tied up at the ball. They might bump into the ghosts, or perhaps even to Peeves, but Tyb didn't suppose either of those a particular drawback. Perhaps he should expressly try to engineer that...
“Come along, young man,” Tybalt said, mimicking Mr. Grumpy-Pants Portrait up there in tone and in his chivvying of the stranger down along the hallway. “Let’s give you a real look at the place.” Without waiting for the other young man to trot on - or introduce himself, for that matter - Tybalt broke into movement, bounding off and trying to decide what would be most interesting to show him. Fortunately, it being in the grounds and not the castle, the quidditch pitch was out - he missed it too badly to go back - and the classrooms were very quickly dashed off the list as possibilities. They could go snooping about in the dungeons, perhaps, or up behind some of those tapestry-hidden passages. They mightn’t make it all the way up to the Astronomy Tower - oh, but you could see over all of Hogsmeade from there! - but even the set of staircases on the way up was rather something.
