Roger snorted as he finally straightened, pulling out his wand and lighting it with a quiet, "Lumos!" The end of his wand started to glow, as he examined their immediate surroundings and noted the dust like Fred had.
While he wasn't quite like the Gryffindors, with their sense of adventure fueling their moves, he was curious about where they had ended up as well. It didn't seem like anyone was home, anyway. So while they were probably trespassing, it wasn't likely that they were going to be caught. "Hey look over here," he called out quietly, as he found a trail of dust on the ground that had been upset. It looked like something had been dragged.
Following it, he approached one of the doors that led further into the house. "What do you think made that?" The back of his neck started to prickle as the short hairs on it started to stand. For some reason, he was starting to get a really bad feeling.