Ethan nodded at Anna and looked around the dungeon. He liked it down here, it felt like home, even with the traumatic memories of detentions with Kazimeriz were attempting to bubble to the surface.

"Those walls are a little... greasy aren't they?" He looked up at a crack in the roof, "You would think that the house elves would just vanish all the cooking fat from the kitchens, but it appears that a majority of it somehow manages to coat this very wall."