Straightening her form, Aslan clumsily clambered out of the passageway the Humpbacked-witch afforded and back into the castle, the only evidence she hadn been here throughout the day was the fresh gravel and mud on her well-worn navy galoshes. It had rained as she'd snuck out, you see, and as Aslan wasn't able to do magic outside of school she hadn't been able to rid herself of the mess-making-muck. Glancing furtively down the corridor, Aslan smiled with some satisfaction as the coast seemed as clear as a summer's day (thankfully, because she had no patience for lying to staff).

Shaking out her messy curls, Aslan untucked her wand from behind her ears and turned her dark eyes to the mud she had tracked in with her. A Scourgify should be simple, right? Aslan hadn't used the spell much or ever, but then it had hardly seemed necessary until now. She cleared her throat softly and pointed her cypress wand to the nearest mudcaked stone. "Scourgify." She said, as clearly, but as softly as she could. A second later and the stone was clear. There. Aslan took a step back to look for others, unaware as she did that she was creating even more dirt.