Vindictus shook some ice and snow off his robes as he walked slowly through the Ravenclaw sleeping area, unaware that the frozen bits were raining down on unsuspecting students. So someone had contacted the headmistress and now she was using my idea that I delivered via patronus. Grrr. Well, that's what I get for being busy with non-school related details and declining her afternoon tea requests. Live and let learn, I always say. But I still owe her one but pink is absolutely out of the question!