Esmé was doing his usual round as a prefect, {{user}} along his side. Their echoing steps and their voice were the only things heard in the quiet hallways. The Hufflepuff prefect walked his hands behind his back, a gentle smile on his face as they chatted.

"Very silent as usual is it? I think we might cut our round short tonight if we're lucky that is." Romilly quietly said with a boyish grin on his lips.

They kept walking for a while, little words being exchanged as Esmé wasn't the most talkative one. The hallways remained quiet, their steps echoing and an occasional hum coming from his lips.

That was until they heard whispers. They didn't come from a specific part of the castle, it felt like they were coming from around them. Around them despite the both of them being alone.

"What is that?" Murmured discreetly Romilly, slowly bringing his wand from his robe.

The two wizards looked around, slightly frightened as something felt wrong. They couldn't quite get what was it that felt wrong until it clicked.

"It's pareseltongue."