It was perhaps an immensely fortunate thing that the portrait was hanging securely against the wall this time, because had it been leaning or floating in the air like it did last year it would most certainly have been punctured through again-- this time by the Slytherin lad himself out of sheer fright at the voice that he heard beside him.

Not that the voice was even remotely frightening, more gentle, some would even say melodious. But then again this is Salander.

He spun on his heels to face the Hufflepuff brunette, flinching unconsciously, as he expected something flying towards his face any second. Did Mia just ask a question? "Whats what?" he blurted out quickly, his eyes looking for her hands. Pie? Fists? A wand ready for hexing? Dangerous, dangerous they are.