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The grown ups had Janna's choice in mind as they planned on who would take care of Janna from the list. Until the verdict was reached Janna was allowed to go back to her dorm, McGonagall had offered to come with her but Janna thanked her, declining the offer. The corridors just guided Janna as she wondered, she felt the wand in her pocket humming to her, three different harmonies and beats which synced at Janna's side.

The thought of never seeing Mr Winslow again scared Janna... Her legs began to tremble again as her lip shook, then her eyes threatening to allow more tears to fall. Janna slid down a corridor like a shadow, soon she just leaned to a wall, her back slammed into the stone, her hands grabbed her chest, she felt the tightening of her heart again... I'm in danger now... Greyback was coming back to finish what he had started years ago... I have to protect myself now Janna choked on tears, her head lowered, her hair curtained her face, shadowing her face's features, she just wanted to say goodbye... Go back in time... she could not, she didn't know how... She wanted to bring him back to her—

Behind her there was an etching noise, something between the scratching of stone and the cracking of wood. Janna placed her fingers on the wall, there was a groove there now which was deepening, she knocked on the wall... there was a ring of wood. Janna spun around, backing away from the wall and seeing the wall she was leaning on was now a door with intricate grooves in the wood decorated by thick, clad iron curls on the door that originated from the hinges. Janna saw one door creak open, she looked over her shoulders, seeing if anyone was nearby. Janna pressed her palm to the wooden door, she let the door open ajar so she could see in, the room was too dark to see so she leaned in closer.

Inside there was a room which stretched on and on, lit by candles all around the room on benches and dark wooden chairs. Janna saw a writing desk, a pot of ink and a quill were laid at the top with a parchment laid carefully on the right hand side corner. Janna stared around the door, looking behind it to the corridor before skulking into the room and watching as the door closed behind her, the door closed itself I can't get trapped in here. Janna jumped to the door, pulled the handle, then to her surprise the door opened, even the corridor was still there.

Janna pressed the door shut, her eyes wandered in the room, the candles smelled strange and grassy but more strong like chrysanthemums... the flowers Mr Winslow would bring home in pots for Mrs Winslow before Janna was bitten... This room made Janna feel strange, like she was back at the house. She crossed her forearms rubbing her arms with her hands as she walked to the writing desk, her eyes watched the ceiling above, she couldn't see anything but stars, no moon but stars, she could see the Orion asterisms, she saw Sirius and the Pegasus. Mr Winslow had taught her to read the stars when she was bitten possibly when she was about seven she understood them... Appreciating how they synced with the moon, once she could tell what day it was only by knowing where the stars were positioned.

Janna sat at the desk, a small note written with long, thin, curling letters sat on the parchment: present your thoughts on Mr. Winslow, Janna Black.

Turning over the note didn't change anything, it wasn't sighed at all, she couldn't recognise the handwriting so she looked around the desk, she lifted the desk's shelf and found a few frames she saw a big black dog in different in frames, he seemed to be sleeping "Snuffles!" Janna called, happy to see the dog again as he rolled over he saw Janna, his ears went flat on his head and he shot into the next empty painting hanging on the wall "wait!" Janna called, running after the shaggy black dog who turned into the corridor.

Janna nearly slammed into the door, she swung it open and saw the black dog at a portrait at the end of the corridor "Wait!" She yelped, running as quickly as she could to the dog to ask where he had been, why was he gone so long and why was he running away. Janna turned the corner, nearly skidding on the floor into the portrait, the black dog shot through the corridor. The shocked cries and yelps of paintings signalled where the dog was as he ran, they reached further into the castle, higher and higher they went, through wide and narrow stairs, some staircases were unbalanced but Janna was grateful for the portraits on the walls.

"Snuffles! Why are you running!" Janna yelped after the dog who seemed more desperate to run away from Janna, maybe this was a different dog entirely... But how many shaggy black dogs were there in this castle?

"You should let him be" Said a painting Janna rushed past, she skidded to a halt, her legs shaking from the running, she backed up to the portrait of a youngish man, he had a pointed auburn beard, he heard a large leather book with a rounded ridged wooden back and blue corners, he wore a magical purple coat with sky blue sleeves and collar, stripped ornate and white trousers, a mustard yellow waistcoat which covered a white Oxford. His neck had a red scarf with yellow spirals webbing the red material this was knotted as a tie at his neck. He wore a strange curled purple hat with orange stars dotted on the material, he held a long smoking pipe in his hand puffing great clouds of vaguely green smoke. "That poor dog has been here for only a few weeks, I had offered for him to join me in this portrait but he ran away telling me he has to take care of a little girl" the man struck Janna as odd, his blue-blue eyes twinkled as he sat down in an armchair behind him in a cluttered office, stacks and stacks of books, scrolls and parchments littered the working area, there was an empty perch where a bird would have sat near a window which reminded Janna of a muggle architect who made rooms like the one this man was sitting in... Soft curves and colours that stood out, as though someone threw paint at the walls and drew flowers on the walls.

"Do you think you can help me find him?" Janna asked him desperately, the man only laughed softly, his moustache curls bounced up and down as his shoulders shook, he took a breathe in of the pipe's smoke letting smoke unfurl in the air from his nostrils.

The man sunk down into her chair, setting his book on his lap "Snuffles prefers to be left alone... A loose canon, I would say, you know, he kept muttering on about the young girl, poor thing... She was possibly someone he knew." Janna stared at the man, her stomach churning again about Mr. Winslow