Kyle got into the class just before the bell rang. He wanted to sit with Siobhan, but Sam had saved him a seat. Kyle took it sadly. He hadn't even pulled out his books when Snape swept into the room. "McCarthy, I believe you were sitting here." He tapped the desk next to Siobhan.

"Yeah, before-" Kyle started to explain.

"And you'll continue to sit there." Snape interrupted Kyle and then told the class. "Everyone will remain in the seats they took the first class. Unless I reassign you." Kyle took the seat, just barely keeping his face straight. "Now pass up your essays." Kyle shot Siobhan a look that anyone could easily read as contempt. Siobhan would know that he was on the verge of laughing though. He had had an idea for a code of looks and words that they knew meant certain things, such as where to meet.