Salander trudged up the stairs and suddenly stopped short. He caught sight of the large portrait from last year-- that which he used to break Grayson's fall-- still bearing the hastily repaired crease marks from where the Ravenclaw girl had punctured through. He leaned for a closer look then chuckled. It was one of those accidental wrong spells that turned out better than expected. "Good times." he whispered quietly to himself.