"And there's your sister, too. I'll be go and be decoy." She rolled her eyes. "See ya later, Kyle. I hope you get out of this okay."

Siobhan rubbed her chin before stepping out from behind the tree, ruffling her hair nonchalantly and faking a yawn -- it almost looked as if she had been sleeping behind there for the short time that lunch had been going on. She could hear her brother from a mile away, as loud as any Gryffindor as he seemed to be... begging? "C'mon, McCarthy, it'll be fun! We'd get to watch the night watching Slughorn squirm at the thought of the Dark Lord with you around..."

As the Gryffindor approached, he shamelessly continued. "And I already checked -- he's accepting plus ones." Running a hand through his hair, Alistair turned to his little sister as if she had no hope of realising what was going on. Siobhan grinned wickedly with the new information to tease her brother with at home. "What's up? I heard you got into a fight. Don't ask how -- I just know."

Siobhan darted over to him, caring little about the small gang of Slytherins who seemed on edge with her presence (again). She whispered in his ear, "Kyle's doing what you want him to do. He got a detention with Snape." She watched as the cogs turning in her brother's brain ground to a halt.

He snorted humourlessly for the crowd. "Well, she sounds like a right... annoyance," he said, louder. "For what it's worth, you have my permission to get into a fight. I won't tell Father." Siobhan was quickly turned and shoo'd on her way, but not before she heard a "Now, where were we..?" directed at Maggie. As she turned into the castle on her way to Charms, she hoped Kyle slipped away easy enough.