Damn those bloomin' suits of armor! Hugo was sprawled across the floor, cursing the stoopid hunks of metal to the darkest pit in hell. Scrambling to his feet, he kicked the suit of armor, scowling darkly. "Stupid lump of junk." He muttered, eying the metal foot that had been jutting in front of his path, causing him to trip. They were totally out to get him. "Yes, I know you can hear me and will probably tell all your shiny friends to ambush me in the halls but DON'T!" He muttered, eying the figure in dislike. Having paintings and statues that moved did have their disadvantages. Especially if they didn't like you.

For example, there was a portrait on the fifth floor, which yelled and spat at Hugo whenever he walked past. Which was a tad rude, considering he hadn't MEANT to puncture a hole in the canvas. He's simply stumbled, and accidentally jabbed his wand through the picture. Merlin, they were so freaking grumpy!