"Dammit, Dylan," Jon muttered, sliding back around a corner as he caught sight of three house elves at the end of the hall. Stupid, stupid cat. Jon snorted silently. Stupid, stupid grown man who left the safety of a perfectly defensible room to go chasing after his damn cat. Who was probably more capable of keeping herself safe than anything else in this god-forsaken castle. A familiar shuffling sound caught his attention and Jon made a mad dash for a shifting staircase, hopping onto it just as it pulled away. He moved quickly down them, continued down as they connected to another set, and stepped off quickly when they finally stopped.
And now? Now he had absolutely no clue where he was.
With a deep breath, he started down one of the dark hallways only to run into something half a second later. It wasn't moaning and it was definitely taller than him which made him breath a little easier. A quick lumos later, he let out a startled, "Bills?"