Siobhan grinned back at Kyle somewhat sheepishly, rubbing the back of her neck. "Guess I walked right by you," she said as she sat down on the hellishly uncomfortable bench. Why oh why couldn't they have the squishy cushions and soft couches of Gryffindor Tower?

As Kyle explained his plan to her, she rubbed her chin. He'd put [i]a lot[/i] of thought into it -- more than she had -- and while she didn't have a clue what a 'Catch 22' was, she managed to understand the jist of it. "Hmm... so we're staging a fight? Sounds fun!" After a moment's hesitation, she continued, "I can cry on command. Useful with so many brothers and sisters."

She pulled out a bit of parchment and a long, slightly crushed quill. "What could we argue about? It needs to be realistic... hmm..." Siobhan tugged on the end of her hair before exclaiming (as quietly as she could), "I've got it! You can call me a blood traitor!"

Siobhan hoped [i]almost prayed[/i] that it would never get back to Alistair that Kyle had said that or any other slur against her after the Defense class tomorrow. Her older brother was just a bit overprotective.