Siobhan hummed under her breath, smoothing out her piece of parchment. "Okay... so..." She dipped her quill in ink. "What about Yvette?"

She took a moment to consider it before elaborating. Perhaps it wasn't a good idea to use her [i]only[/i] remaining friend in Gryffindor as a pawn but... as long as the girl knew about it? "She's a... friend, and she's a muggleborn. Could say something about that."

Siobhan stared up at the ceiling, throwing her head back. "Ugh. Planning is the [i]worst[/i]. Doing is where it's at." Her eyes swivelled around their sockets, peering at the librarian -- Madam Pince? -- and frowning. When was curfew for first years again? She didn't want the lady waltzing over and overhearing their devilish plots.