The nice thing about the corridors, was that it offered a place to blend in. Simply stand in one place, look like you're busy, and maybe you'll be left alone.

Damien stood among the suits of armor, leaned against the stone wall and dug in his pocket, pulling out a small leather bound book; no bigger than some index cards (if you were muggle and knew what index cards were). He opened up to the dog-eared page where he'd left off and continued to read.