In all fairness, he'd been trying to get to the Trophy Room ever since the school year started, but for some reason he never had the time to do so, and now that he did, he actually walked back and forth the third floor corridors. He was constantly changing his mind.

What exactly did he plan on finding there, eh? Or, rather, what was he looking for?

Treyen got tired and so he leaned against the wall, as if to rest, but instead he leaned against an armor. And it had pinched him somehow, which is why he straightened up as quickly as possible...resulting in the armor falling down. "GREAT." He sighed before forgetting that they ought not to be touched. Fingerprints and such. Once he remembered that, he smacked his right hand on his forehead. Good one, Lockhart, now he had to clean it all up.