Alice was a spy today.

She was flexible, you know. She was small for her age, bendy, and agile, which meant that she could perform AWESOME roley-poleys. And cartwheels. And handstands. And she had every right to do so. Because, you know, they were cool. So the little Gryffindor did her MOVES all over the castle, until she reached the armour gallery.

Perfect place for spying, yeah?

She had been intermixed with the armour for a while now. Not because they had 'historical importance' or whatever. Nope, Alice liked them because they served as awesome hiding spots, if you knew how to hide behind them and stay very silent. Which was great, because she was very good at eavesdropping on people who passed by and talked super loudly.

AND SO SHE WAITED.