Everything had been laid out perfectly. While there was the minor inconvenience of the irritating Hogwarts' Potion's Master, his words did nothing to sway their Headmistress. They had won.

........ Or so they thought.

Funny how everything went to dragon dung in the matter of mere seconds. Pun intended.

It wasn't funny, not really. It was horrible. Whoever was tasked with hiding it clearly did NOT do their job. The creature was on the loose and soon everyone would know. Was she meant to feel terrified? Because the irony of this situation was hilarious. It wasn't hilarious. Not really.

As the sixth year rose from her seat, she made eye contact with the others. They wouldn't go down without a fight. With that in mind, she made her way to the front of the search party. They had to get there first. It was imperative.