Whooooa. What was that?

Brent was no stranger to bright flashing lights. Anytime a spell was cast, some sort of light usually happened. This looked different, though, and for some strange reason unknown to him, he decided to investigate. This was so Gryffindor of him, but he was currently bored and had nothing else to do, so why not?

"Duuuuuuuude," was all the Slytherin boy could say as he rounded the bend and discovered the huge gaping hole in the wall. He said no more, though, as all he could do now was focus on that hole. He was even walking toward it now. What even was he doing?

Pretty soon, there was one Brent Westwood through the hole and into...whatever this was he'd gotten himself into.