merlin’s crusty…something or other – she was beyond annoyed. WHY was that unfortunate voice blaring in her eardrums like a caterwauling charm had been used to make it resonate through the walls. How was coleslaw doing? she thought nervously before considering sending Skylar an owl…but – what if the cold one confiscated the owls?...hmmm, she’d have to find a way around that.

Maybe she could tell Quinn on her mirror – if that hadn’t been confiscated too? It wasn’t like she used it for BAD things only really to talk to her mum, and Quinn and maybe possibly to get messages out beyond the battle front.

Because this was a war right? Another war for Hogwarts?...how had Potter’s crew won again? She’d have to figure that out and devise a plan…right, plans she had to bug Spenley about this. Maybe he’d be interested in being a resistance fighter too.

Still for now, she was going to the pitch. Not for S.O.R.E – no, she was going because she had planned to start her day with a run. "girls...um, if you want to resist this i'm for it y'know - because you know being to run at this abhorrent hour isn't something i want to do every day."