Gazing though a Transfiguration book, signal that she refused to give up, Nadia waited while the last of the students arrived. Noting just who had sat near her, though, she placed the black heavy book back in the table and her hand reached immeditely in her pocket for something in there. A cold, smooth surfice, no. A rough, hard one, not it. Ah, finally, she could feel the material of cloth and shape. Next she had taken a yellowish badge. She wasn't sure just how long it had been there. She was possitive, over a week no doubt.

"Terry," she whispered to get the girl's attention, then pulled out her prefect badge and held it up for her to take it. "Here. In the previous History of Magic class. You, err, dropped it."

She finished saying this and straightening up in her seat, with her voice low in volume. And, that was it.