Siobhan skipped up the stairs and raced along the corridors. Sure, it would be much easier for [i]Kyle[/i] to get to his common room -- he didn't have to run up the bloody stairs. Her book bag thumped horribly against her side as she dove in through the common room portrait after gasping out the password to The Fat Lady. Barely in time (or rather, a few minutes late, but who was counting?).

Given that the other Gryffindor girls were sitting in the common room, including Yvette who smiled as Siobhan passed, she went up to the dorm considering what tomorrow would bring. Still... it was only seven...

She could read over the Cure For Boils potion, or attempt it, or she could try her hand at a little practical magic. Legs crossed in a basket and sitting on her bed, she pulled a matchstick out from behind her ear and readied her wand. If she couldn't turn a damn matchstick into a silver needle, how would she ever be able to help Kyle out if he needed it?