She had taken to haunting the entrance hall at breaks, 'cause the bulletin board was the scene of the first crime, you know? Plus, the entrance hall was waaayy easier for the Dark Wizard to access than the library; there weren't even any pesky stairs or anything like that to slow him down in his old age.

Today, though, Emmeline had taken one look at the casting list -- she'd gotten a PART, yess -- and had sprinted up the stairs to the next floor before a biiig, loud scream called her back down into the entrance hall. She was just in time to see Zoryn knock Miss Kitty and a bunch of red paint over as her Housemate went racing out the front doors. Emmeline figured she knew what that was about; Zoryn had somehow been cast as the ground in the play! Which was...weird. Still, that was no excuse to knock poor Miss Kitty over.

Emmeline bounced back down the stairs from the landing where she'd seen the whooole thing and walked over to Miss Kitty with a biiiig smile on her face. She called out cheerily as she approached the Head Girl, "Hiiii, Miss Kitty! Are you okay? Were you trying to paint over that blood bird?" 'Cause why else would the Ravenclaw girl have loads of red paint around?

The Gryffindor didn't see what Miss Kitty had done until she was down on her knees right next to the older girl. Emmeline STARED at Miss Kitty with wide eyes, 'cause she was the last, last, last person that the second year would've suspected to be behind the blood bird. But Miss Kitty's new message was written in blood red paint right in front of her. But no... It couldn't be Miss Kitty. She wouldn't kill all of those rodents and stuff; this second message HAD to be written in red paint, and clearly it had something to do with that Statute and all the other stuff that Miss Kitty always got all upset about, mhm. Still, the twelve-year-old slid her wand caaaarefully out of her wrist holster on the pretext of getting ready to cast a cleaning spell -- just in case, mhm. She reached out with her free hand and tried to grab Miss Kitty's shoulder to squeeze it all friendly-like and whispered, "Miss Kitty? Are you okay?" 'Cause now that Emmeline thought about it, surely the fact that Miss Kitty -- a RAVENCLAW -- doing this in the middle of the entrance hall was totally evidence that her "Miss Kitty is innocent" theory was right. Ravenclaws were just waaayy too smart to be so obvious, you know?

Emmeline was so absorbed in thoughts of Miss Kitty and all this paint and CONFUSION and stuff that she even somehow didn't notice Flynn until a couple of minutes had gone by. She turned to the Slytherin celebrity with biiig, wide eyes and not a small amount of relief; he'd fix this, right?