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Since having found out there's going to be an explorer's club as well as some help regarding his charms work in the future, Tyler's gotten to be pretty relaxed and happy. He's got a few friends, who for today, aren't with him in the hallway right now, as he heads up to the library to look up more things on charms to try and at least PASS that class.

That's why, jogging up the passage towards the library, he's woefully unprepared for the group of Slytherin fourth years, just coming OUT of the library. It's why he freezes upon seeing Charles Brigman, the fourth year he ended up getting caught for filching, just as the bigger, meaner boy catches sight of him, and then runs.

"buggerbuggerbugger."

He is no match for Brigman with a wand, and while he's Gryffindor, he is not a bloody minded fool.

"EAT SLUGS YOU LITTLE SQUIB!"

"BUGGER!"

He's not going to dodge the next blast, so there's a first year, running for all he's worth down the passageway.

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"It's a club that's getting started up by Kirika, since most students don't know that much about Hogwarts, and all of the passages." Tyler answers, squeezing over. "Can you get your wand over the edge to show some light down there?"

Mel knows the name Kirika as one of the first years in her own house. She knows nothing else about her. And she's not sure how she feels about first years covering all her shortcuts around the place.

She slides past him with the gentlest of brushes as she squeezes through the space, and pokes the wand down over the edge.

"About two and a half metres," she says. "Looks like it straighten out again at the bottom."

She then puts her wand in her mouth so it sticks out horizontally at either side, then scoots back in the tunnel a bit to give her room to turn around and throw her feet down first.

It's a tightish fit, but that just helps her arrest her fall with her feet, dropping down in three bursts.

...Tyler's a bit smaller so he's coming down by a few decimeters at a time, because he doesn't have the body size to give himself enough pressure.

"Anyways, the history professor's sponsoring the group if enough people join. The sign up sheets went around the tables a couple of weeks ago."

Mel has moved down the new level tunnel a little way, holding her wand back to give him light.

"Ross? Figures. She's got some sort of thing about getting people out into the castle. Cuts right into my History of Magic naptime."

"I think she..." Grunt. "Wants students to pay more attention to what's around em....wasn't the old History of Magic Professor just a few..." Grunt. "Dozen times more boring anyways?"

"Yeah, but he never pretended his subject was anything but," Mel says conversationally. "That's where the naptimes came from."

"I find it interesting, it's one of the few classes that I'm probably going to pass this year without getting any trips to the infirmary." Tyler admits openly before he drops the short distance into the level tunnel.

"Oh yeah?" says Mel, making sure he's safe on the level before turning back.

"Maybe you can do my homework for me."

"Maybe, not to be rude, but what'll you do for me if I do it?"

Fair trade of work and all that.

Mel pauses in her crawling to peer back past her hip at him.

"Maybe I'll teach you Brigman's weak spots."

She's had plenty of time to discover, for example, that he's more likely to cry if you kick him in the side of his ankle than if you go for his stomach.

"...that sounds like a fair plan." Tyler murmurs, looking forward. "...you know the snack cart lady on the train cursed him since he tried to steal her till?"

"That was him."

It's relatively toneless, flat, but with all the weight of a final irritating piece of a puzzle being slotted into space.

"Idiot. He's got all the store keepers in Hogsmeade leery of students."

Particularly Slytherins.

"Yeah, he's pretty much a grade F buttweasel."

"Don't have to tell me that," Mel says, looking forward now as she crawls. "I've been in his house for three years."

"I'm sorry that you have to take classes with him. He must really cut into your nap time on other courses too," Tyler mutters. "...how're you in Potions class?"

"Can't sleep in Aquam's class," Mel says. "Too many explosions."

"Oh well....just had a thought. There's something I've been meaning to try out..." Tyler grins, the idea really appealing to him now. "You know there's potions that can give somebody funny colored boils, right?"

"...was just thinking, what Brigman needs is socks laced with stuff that'd give him singing pimples."

Mel stops dead in the tunnel, and turns around to face him, her mouth cracking into a wide grin at the thought.

(She has a scar that stretches across her cheek. It gives her grin a dangerous edge.)

"You know how to make those potions?"

"I've got an idea for how to make one, I gotta ask Aquam for some time, ingredients and a cauldron to myself." Tyler's also grinning back at her, cause there is nothing more genuinely pleasing than seeing Brigman face some justice.

"It'll probably end up a powder at the end though."

"Way easier to get into his socks," Mel says happily.

"You let me know if Aquam says no. You'll get the ingredients."

"...well with that covered, I think I know just the place to start brewing it if I don't get permission."

"Great."

Her scheming grin is replaced with the satisfied smirk of someone who considers something decided and settled. "I'll find you at breakfast some time next week.

That decided, she starts down the tunnel again.

Up ahead, the tunnel starts to angle upwards, and then it's straight up again, for a much longer distance, easily 10 meters up before Mel's light starts to not quite fill the darkness.

It's a little hard to see it, but about 3 meters up the tunnel there's another hole breaking away in the side of the space, a spot of bright reddish top and shady underneath.

"Hn," says Mel thoughtfully. She sits at the bottom of the vertical section, using what little of the extra headspace she needed.

Holding her wand in her teeth, she starts unlacing her shoes.

"How are you as a climber, kid?"

Poking his head just inside to glance up at the passage above, he makes a face.

"I don't think I'm enough of a climber to go up ten meters..."