Presley stroked the younger girls hair. When she was little, her mum used to do that for her, and Pres remembered it bringing a very conforting feeling. The poor kid, coming to Hogwarts right after too. It always seemed people were so happy here, and Presley remembered finding it hard to be around happy people after her mum passed away. It was almost like a stab in the heart that life could go on as normal for everyone else when there would always be a hole in Presley's heart. "Listen," she said gently. "We should go do something fun. Your father wouldn't have wanted us to sit here and wallow in misery. He would have wanted me to show you how to sneak out of the school and get to Hogsmeade." Hint, hint! Was she up for it, or not?