It was a chamber, cobblestone walls molding and drooping with cobwebs, with three dark stairwells directly ahead all appearing to lead further down, whistling faintly with that chill that permeated the atmosphere. Air currents. The spark seemed to have picked a path, bouncing in place in front of one of the sets of stairs, but Tony gave a whistle and it darted back toward the pair of them then splatted messily against the wall that had let themselves through. The splatter artfully formed a monochromatic rendering of the grounds as seen from the castle, looking down toward the quidditch pitch. "North side. I'd say about second floor, based on that angle, what do you think?" The wind was making the rendered snow fall at an angle, and as Tony considered his hypothesis, a fat, hairy leg extended into view, delicately navigating the icy face of the bound castle. Tony's lip raised in disgust and he snapped, sending the spark back to where it wanted to bounce hopefully, and brought them back to, "It's not Pepper, is it? There's no way. She'd have told me. She killed a man, you know."