He knew that the school was hundreds of years old, there were four founders, and that it had way too much history to remember, sure, but he had no idea what it was like. Not really.
And so he did what any normal twelve year old boy would do, naturally, and sneak around the castle in the dead of night.
In retrospect, Michael was well aware that this was a terrible idea and that there were teachers roaming these very halls. However, at this point, what could he be expected to do? He certainly wasn't going to walk around during the day, when he had classes.
Michael trailed his hand along the stone wall, feeling the cracks and crevices along it. He nearly screamed as his arm made contact with a metal suit of armor, the only thing stopping him the reminder of how much trouble he could get in if he was caught. The material felt cool under Michael's fingers, smooth and almost perfect (save for a few chips here and there).
The hallway was lit with torches, hardly the best thing to light the way in a dark corridor with few windows. Michael had to squint to see, trying to make out doorways and bumps on the wood floors.
Which is probably why he couldn't see the person just nearby.
"I'm always doing things I can't do." -Pablo Picasso