Wandering around on the fifth floor, Ariadne was minding her own business when she noticed a girl-a first year, no doubt-leaning perilously close over the rope surrounding the age-old swamp, created by people whom Ari had read about only in History of Magic books. Before she could say anything, yet another girl had appeared out of nowhere and was behaving like a hyperactive firstie, nudging the other one.

What if the first girl didn't hear her friend approach, got scared and fell forward? This was no longer the time for Ari to mind her own business. Nope. It was meddling time. Walking were the younger girls were, she spoke as gently as she could, not to scare them, but firmly at the same time. 'Oi, be careful there. I don't think you want any direct contact with that swamp.' Imagine how annoying it would be to clean yourself afterwards...

It was not Ari's intention to come across as a fun-kill older student, but she couldn't resist to stay aside on this occasion.