Siobhan swore she was yawning the whole lesson through. What was so special about [i]lumos[/i] of all things? It was hardly worth a full lesson on it. Snape's dark eyes constant flickered back to Kyle and her as they pointedly looked away from each other. Nothing much to say after they had set a meeting point. As the lesson ended, he swooped over to them after setting an essay on uses of the spell they had learned for after the weekend. "Remember Mr. McCarthy, Miss MacFusty," he drawled. "Detention, six o'clock. Do not be late."

The Gryffindor glanced at Kyle for only a moment as she wandered out the door towards her next class, History of Magic.She couldn't wait until after lunch, when they could meet up stealthily. It was like being a spy, she thought. Interesting.