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No, no splinching at all, and wasn't that a good thing? Sirius looked down at himself, wiped some imaginary dust from his leather jacket and then looked around a little warily. The kitchens were far off from here and there were no noises now, but there was just... something.
Something he didn't like.
"What was that?" He asked instead, frowning. The noise just hadn't been anything he could identify, and Sirius hated not knowing things. Of course, he agreed with the idea that they needed to find the actual door on the way out of here -- the place had an off feeling and they'd already nabbed a lot of stuff. It'd be good to go. So he offered his free, wandless, hand to Remus. "C'mon. There's a lot of doors."