Rose looked down at her watch and yelped. SHE WAS SO LATE. SHE WAS GOING TO BE KILLED. Rose looked at the young Hufflepuff, feeling slightly bad. She couldn't leave the poor boy... He would have no one... She sighed and sat behind the fort, putting a hand to her head. So. Much. Noise. She did not do noise. Or crowds. They scared her, a lot. And the noise was slowly escalating, and it was starting to freak her out slightly. Noise. Too much. Kill her now.