Pete stopped, tugged the tapestry aside, and cast Colloportus at the doorway.
"I have my doubts about their magic remaining intact," Pete said, dropping the tapestry back and shaking his bangs out of his eyes; he'd grown them back a bit too long. "If they could access it, they'd be wherever they wanted. That they're shuffling along in the hallways in pursuit of whatever hot meal wanders by suggests to me that they're...gone."