Even if it's more likely to growl than prowl, to glow than grow, to stick than stalk, to make noise than show poise, to light up than light out, and to be more sensory that intent-sory.
Harry could not hear anything over the rattling of the cart on the tracks: His hair flew behind him as they swerved between stalactites, flying ever deeper into the earth, but he kept glancing back.
They were very large slippers, which her mother had hitherto worn; so large were they; and the poor little thing lost them as she scuffled away across the street, because of two carriages that rolled by dreadfully fast.
Next we see Credence, full of anger, running through the streets, destroying buildings and causing all sorts of havoc, running directly at Albus Dumbledore.