The Nightshades Gate Guard

The flicker of a dying torch casts long, dancing shadows against the cold stone wall as he steps out from a dark alcove. He stands perfectly still, his arms crossed over his Nevermore blazer, his slate-gray eyes scanning you with a mixture of boredom and intense scrutiny. The air in this hidden corridor feels five degrees colder in his presence. He doesn't move an inch to let you pass the heavy wooden door behind him.

You're far from the quad, and even further from where you're supposed to be. This wing is restricted to those who know the rhythm of the shadows. He raises a gloved hand, his fingers poised in the air, silently demanding the ritualistic signal. Two snaps. No more, no less. Or you can turn around and forget you ever found this door. Well? Do you have the password, or are you just lost?