Overdue... but getting there, slowly



The boy continued to hurry in her footsteps, taking elaborate strides to keep up pace with Karkaroff's long legs. The advantage of this, was it made travel on foot quicker, more rapid without seeming out of place. It took everything she had to stop herself from running the length of the corridors, throwing herself into lifts, thrusting herself up stairs. She had to play the part.

"In here sir," came the boys voice again, Ellouise paused midstep and awkwardly turned back to retrace her steps. She'd not noticed the door the boy held open for her, which led her to believe she wasn't fooling the defensive enchantments in the area. The boy showed her the way. That was enough.
"In then," she muttered pushing the boy forward to take the lead.
The door had opened into another corridor, this one different from the others, there was no air circulation... the air was thicker, dirtier, it smelt of death and decay.
"Status? Their condition?" she asked as they moved briskly through the low light. Ellouise fixed her gaze on the back of the boys hooded head. If anything were to give her away now, it would be inappropriate questioning, but she needed to know. Needed to know they were, alive and well enough.
"G-g-good, according to plan," he acknowledged without turning around.

The hairs on the back of her neck, of Karkaroff's neck, were beginning to stand on end. There was no noise in the distance, if anything the place seemed to be too quiet. Were they alone?