A old and short man, only three feet in size, slowly marched through the second floor corridor in the direction of the Headmaster's office. He was wearing long red and green robes, decorated with gold, and a matching pointy hat. He had a long beard, almost as long as he was, and long and white hair, so long it almost reachedthe ground. With him, he carried a wood staff that he used for support, and a small pouch on his shoulder. Panting, the old man reached the entrance to the Headmaster's office. He first examined the locked door before moving towards one of the gargoyles and whacking it with his staff. "Open already..." He murmured as he returned to the door, but nothing happened. He shook his staff at the gargoyle threateningly before he finally decided to take a seat on one of the couches. The problem was he couldn't reach them. "Dugbog dung..." He complained and decided to wait by the door instead.