Rather relieved that she had avoided the rest of that argument in the prefect's compartment, Evelyn slowly made her way into the Great Hall. Slowly, because she was starting to get irritated with the crowd and didn't particularly enjoy the whole 'your space is my space' thing going on right now.

Flinching and twitching every three seconds, Evelyn hastily made her way to the Slytherin table once it was in her line of sight, and sat down next to Destiny. Merlin, why were there so many people this year?

Heaving a sigh, the seventh year looked to her friend, seeing that she was cleaning...something. What in Merlin's beard? "What is THAT?" she asked in horror, leaning AWAY from Destiny as she pointed at the THING she was holding.

WHAT WAS THAT!?