"Oh, yeah. I've never seen a tunnel neither, but I know there's got to be someone. How do you think people like Dung get things without leaving the school or getting owls? It's not like he gets any mail in the mornings, there's got to be like, another way or more, but it's like, if everyone knew then they wouldn't be secrets right?" Brad shrugged and then sighed. There was probably nothing behind this wall. He took a step back and squinted at it, his hands on his hips and frowned slightly.
"Uh, I found a room full of toilets, once. But I really had to go so I think the castle was just taking pity on my social life. It's really sad when a castle has pity for you," Brad joked, reaching out and touching the wall once more. He was sure there was something behind there, but it was probably just his imagination and lack of sleep. All the studying really took it out of you. "Did you ask him his name? Or what the names of his friends were? I like talking to paintings. Except for the Fat Lady, she's still mad from that time in fourth year when I spilled a pot of vanishing ink on her. Oh, and the entrance to Ravenclaw. I'm pretty sure that thing hates me. I can't ever go alone, because it always gives me the hardest questions when I'm alone," Brad pulled a face and a mocking tone, "'If one train is going west at fifty kilometers per hour and another going east at forty, what time is it in China?' Wit my arse, it's just mean."
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