George never really one was for rules. While he wasn't aware of any that forbode him from coming into the castle, he was sure it wasn't really acceptable behaviour, which, in his eyes, made it all the more appealing.
His eyes had long since adjusted to the darkness down here, and his hand trailed lazily along the wall, slick with the damp. He turned a corner in the murky corridor, and for a split second, he made out human-like shapes in front of him, before he heard a murmured spell and the corridor was suddenly filled with light. It startled him, and he stepped backwards, tripping on a loose stone and fell to the floor with a thud.
"Bugger". He muttered.