Gerard had his wand held firmly in front of him, and was scanning the room continuously for anything like a threat. If one wanted to jump out and fuck with them, now was definitely the time.
"Agreed," he said, peering down the passageway ahead. "Any place like this that's been corrupted by dark magic sort of gets under my skin. This has always been a dungeon, yes, but it wasn't always like...this." He couldn't place the sensation, but everything just seemed darker around the edges, more sinister.
He glanced over to Patrick. "You were scolded by one?" He wasn't used to talking in situations like this either, but they were just commenting on the task at hand, so it felt alright.