Finally, his department. Things could only get better from here, right?

He listed well to his department head. He hid his displeasure at the mention of how many cats and kneazles were around the place. And then... it was about ghosts and poltergeists. Lovely... Then it was time to carry on.

Dark and creepy hallways currently reminded him of vampires, blood, and Goya. Was someone purposefully torturing him? Or did Cassandra pull some strings somewhere to make him feel more like his old self. She never let him be Drago with her. She never let him escape his past, even if she didn't know that what she was doing.

He saw something shiny and was instantly reminded of the devil's trap. He looked up to the ceiling to be sure, but still avoided the shiny area. Closer, however, it looked somewhat thick. What in the world? He took care to look at everything. The walls, the ceiling, the fl-- And then he was down. He pushed himself up a little and looked back. His foot was caught on something he couldn't see. Lovely. He gave himself a once-over to make sure he didn't have any scratches or scrapes... though one would think the burn scars on his hands would have made him give up on his appearance.

With a groan he continued on. Then, there was an odd sound and something was coming at him. He dodged it the best he could, though he was a large man in a small hallway. He knew the next wouldn't be so easy. Or... the next five? In a quick move his wand was in his hand and he had a sheilding spell in place. As well as it worked, it wasn't in all directions, and the ricochets made their way around... as well as ones coming from somewhere he couldn't discern. He put his wand away and just settled for keeping an arm up and his head down so none hit him in the face.

Then... there was a woman. Holding a tennis ball. He growled lightly... "Poltergeist." You might think he had something against them.

ooc: this isn't the same one that's been around the floor, is it?