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Felixir 
Despite the whole 'Slytherins living in the dungeons' thing, Nem probably knew these upper floors just as well - if not better - than the lower levels. He was fairly well acquainted with the spare office on the sixth floor, and was therefore able to make his way there easily during his search.
Once inside, Nem positioned the door so that it stood fairly ajar, then crossed to one of the side doors that lined the room, drawing his wand. These doors were apparently invariably locked. Nem, of course, had only been at the castle the previous year and so had only that year in terms of personal experience, but it had been an innocent enough question to ask of some of the other students. He had never had any interest in what was behind them, and that was still the case, but now Nem had other reasons for looking inside. Might be they were charmed shut, or warded, even cursed, but Nem had always refused to believe that there was any kind of magic that couldn't be broken through. Just seemed naive to believe it. Lazy. Compliant.
Making no real attempt to hide what he was doing, Nem start attempting to crack whatever spell was keeping these doors locked. He had no reason to believe he had the means - at just-about-third-year level - to manage it, other than a lifelong knack of getting into places he shouldn't be, and a natural proficiency in locking and unlocking spells. Still. No point in not trying.
Tavie loved the music room just as much as some of the kids in this school. Too many of the other kids, in fact. It was why she was roaming the corridors today in search of a particular abandoned office. The music room was great, but it was sooooo beyond crowded sometimes. And she wanted to try the acoustics of her guitar somewhere that didn't have other instruments to blend with. She also wanted to practice singing, and that sometimes was easier done somewhere that didn't have a room full of kids who expected the most out of you because of who your family was.
Guitar case slung over her shoulder, she heard Nem before she saw him. His voice coming from the room didn't stop her from entering, but it did give her pause. Maybe she should go somewhere else? But what was he
doing?
The third year slipped inside of the room quietly, tilted her head to the side, and watched him for a moment in silence.