A painting just laying in the middle of the walkway was exactly the sort of thing that might send Grace headlong down the hall, Ford thought. Dorian Fisk was right that it had to be removed; leaving it would be a bigger hazard than replacing it would be, even if it did fall again later. Perhaps if they simply got it out of the way, Ford could go off in search of someone who worked here and let them know that it ought to be looked at again to ensure it was properly affixed? On the other hand — how hard could it be to stick a painting on a wall? Surely between the two of them, they could manage it. They'd both had a full Hogwarts education and worked at the Ministry of Magic (if Ford remembered correctly), and this was the sort of task that anyone with a wand could be hired to do. In fact, that was probably exactly who'd hung it in the first place, which was why it had toppled over on Mr. Fisk to begin with.

He was surprised to hear Dorian's assessment that the painting below was in danger of falling as well. He angled a bit closer and peered at it, trying to determine what Fisk had seen that gave him that idea. In the process he unwittingly moved half a step closer to the other man than he might have been comfortable with had he been paying any attention. "What makes you say so?" he asked, lightly chewing his lower lip as he considered the painting.