Siobhan raised an eyebrow in an '[i]are you sure[/i]' gesture but otherwise followed Kyle dutifully. She was meant to be the fearless Gryffindor, not him! As they left the classroom, "Alistair talks about Malfoy a lot. Calls him a... y'know, I probably shouldn't say that in polite company." While not exactly the right time to ponder it as they were on a life-or-death spying mission, she wondered about the politics of Slytherin. It seemed like Maggie McCarthy was at the centre of a huge love-hexagon (not even [i]close[/i] to a triangle) and she figured it had something to do with the only other viable girls being Millicent Bulstrode and Pansy Parkinson.

The hall was empty and, much to her surprise, they hadn't gone into a classroom like she had thought given that there were no others nearby on the corridor. Ah. Stairs. Sneakily, she took the first few creaking steps, hoping very much that the sixth years weren't still at the top of them.