In the cool dark corridor lined with suits of armour and portraits of people who appeared to be in a deep slumber, a small bag was lay on it's side within a small alcove, from the outside the bag looked perfectly normal, it had two shoulder straps attached to it and a flap which covered the opening to the bag, but on the inside it was completely different, there was a stove in the corner which was accompanied by a cupboard of ingredients, a bed with a bedside table in the centre and a sink, mirror and a large dresser on the other side of the bed, this life sized room inside the small, apparently normal bag was only host to one person, a restless returnee to Hogwarts, Knolk Tank.

Knolk could not manage to get to sleep in his small bag, the excitement of being back at Hogwarts was overwhelming, so he had walked over to his sink and he stared at his self in the mirror which was hung above it, he still had done nothing about his appearance since his return to the castle, with his hair and facial hair still in a gruff state he withdrew his wand from his cloak which lay over the end of his bed, putting it to his facial hair, a blue light appeared around his head and slowly all of his untamed hair started to recess and fall to the floor, magically disappearing as it landed softly, he did this until he was satisfied with the end result.

Starring yet again into the mirror, he was surprised, a man with a thin, sophisticated look starred back at him, the years of only eating little amounts of food per day were now noticeable, with his now short hair and tamed beard, no longer hiding his face, the look was now visible; placing his wand back into his cloak, he picked it up and looked at it for a few seconds, ‘now that I’m back, maybe I can get the House Elves to try and repair my cloak’ he thought, remembering particularly memorable times that him and his cloak had been through together, it would be a shame to get rid of it, so slinging it over his shoulder, he clambered through a small hole at the end of the room onto the cool floor of the outside corridor.

Knolk stood up with the cloak still over his shoulder; he was wearing a new set of black clothing which made his lack of nutrition and surprisingly muscular body more noticeable as it hugged his figure comfortably; picking up the mysterious bag which was still on the floor, he slung one of the straps over his opposite shoulder and blindly set off down the corridor towards the grand staircase.

After a few minutes of walking his eyes had adjusted to the dark corridor and without notice, a torch in a bracket sprang to life on the wall, the bright light blinding him he stumbled forwards and tripped over something on the floor causing him to fall flat on his face, rubbing his nose he turned round to see what he tripped over and the torch went out, “Ruddy torch” he muttered, sitting on the floor and rubbing his nose still.