It. Was. Time.

Their time.

The Project, fondly referred to as 'Project Arrange a Face' or PAF for short, was finally ready to get underway. It was dark. It was late. Not a creature was stirring in Hogwarts, not even a rock pet or a flashy suit Professor. No, it was quiet. Quiet except for the creak and the groan of the stairs as they continued their constant movement. Quiet except for the soft patter of feet down to the fourth floor balcony.

It would be the easiest place to start.

Amur tilted her head back and looked waaaaayyyy up at all the portraits lined on the walls. All the sleeping portraits. In each hand she held a small stone. An essential piece to their master plan.

Now, all she needed was the second master.