Wesley was early.

She needed to scope things out.

Make sure it was safe.

Huffing and puffing her way up the stairs, feeling extremely weighed down by the layers of clothing she had stacked upon her self, Wesley at last reached the top of the stands and took a seat on the first row of benches, by the stairs.

Just so, if the Hufflepuff Killer arrived by land, she could tackle him (The villian was definitely male. She just knew it.) before he got a chance to hurt.

Because Wesley would be watching.