Siobhan smiled at Kyle and reclaimed her tie back from the tree. "We can make up in detention," she said. "Bonded by a combined hatred of Snape? Or--"

She peered out behind the tree as a lone Slytherin unidentifiable at this distance started to walk around the lake too. She continued, "[i]Or[/i] we could have a duel at midnight, almost get caught by Filch and 'make up'. But that's the Gryffindor way."

Ducking back behind the tree as if it was one of those Muggle spy novels as her mother used to read, Siobhan began the long, arduous process of tying her hair back up in a scrunchie. "I'm more worried about how we can meet up. The Slytherins [i]always[/i] come out to the lake after lunch. Any ideas for new places?"