Bloody hell. Why out of all the people on the grounds would he have to run into the head woman while holding contraband. Being the under-appreciated mind that he was, he had quickly thought of a plan. Diversion, cast, window, throw. Sighing, he’d give her one last look and then dart his eyes past her, seemingly viewing something of great importance, judging by his eyes bulging slightly and the muscles holding his jaw loosen slowly. Whether it drew her attention to his poor acting, or she actually looked the way of his eyes, he didn’t care, he just needed a distraction.
If given the moment, he would have cast reducto with the smallest of whispers and thrown the vial somewhere behind him, hopefully making it’s way through the open window into the shrubbery. Sure it’d be a pain in the arse to fetch, but it’d be much better than being busted by the top lap dog.
Lily ducked her head back into his line of sight. "Carrow," she said plainly. His was a trick she'd seen dozens of times, but not since she'd first become a Prefect, so it didn't occur to her; or at least not enough to stop her back tingling with the idea of something happening behind it, but she kept moving on a simple strategy: no strange noises, no screaming, no smoke? One thing at a time.
