Alright. She'd have to trust the Gryffindor. No problem with that. She nodded. But her eyes were clearly showing how she was feeling about this.

Still, she was tapping with her foot. The sound muffled by the mud. Thank Merlin, otherwise the Prefect would snap at her. He was clearly as anxious as she was.

When were they coming out?! Please, let it be NOW.

There was nothing touching the walls, except the brooms, and nothing that could obstruct anything...so...both the Professors better start arriving soon...