Ponessa, after leaving the DADA classroom, slipped on her black, almost ballet-like shoes, so she was sure to be extra quiet. She had her wand drawn, and stealthily, like a cat, got up to be about six feet behind the Slytherin Third year she had been watching. "Psst!" she whispered suddenly, immediately followed by "mpedimenta!" She was ready for a friendly spat, a small smile on her face.