Siobhan spent the whole of Snape's lesson practically bouncing in her seat, and to anyone except Kyle, it would've looked like she was just excited to get out of the class -- maybe event to attend Potions! Her eyes often flicked to Yvette. The girl had a knack for being able to instinctively know the time and anticipate the bell ringing; thus, she had been the first one out of the class and to the next one for all of yesterday.

Siobhan was going to use that. It was hardly a secret that Yvette was a muggleborn, after all. (Maybe a [i]mudblood[/i]. She still wasn't sure if Kyle subscribed to that ideology, but she knew it was bad.) A part of her felt guilty for involving her sort-of friend in it.

When Snape's lesson ended and after she had completely forgotten the essay task, Siobhan turned towards the Gryffindor already striding purposefully towards the door and called out, "Yvette! Save me a seat, right?" The girl turned around and nodded, dimples emphasising her bright smile. It would mean she couldn't sit next to Kyle in the next lesson but... sacrifices had to be made.

Although not the subtlest of girls, Siobhan turned to pack her stuff back in her bag slowly so as to watch most of the class filter out. Despite the interesting subject matter, the professor seemed extremely off-putting. She felt particularly mouse-like during the entire time. Her eyes flickered up to Kyle in a questioning gesture, one that read something along the lines of, '[i]Was that enough?[/i]'