I fear you're getting to close to unsavory mudbloods & bloodtraitors Miss Parkinson. Wait for your next assignment soon. - S.S. ( Right after the paper is read, it's burned in her hands, no trace to be left. )
The note left an acrid taste in her mouth. She was all in — completely and absolutely, with all her sleeping heart — but the insinuation left a cold tendril of fear curling in her gut. She couldn’t recall who it could have been, not when they only people she remembered now from the carnival were members; Thea, Daniel, Perthshire, Weasley.
The fact she couldn’t even remember her indiscretion suddenly made her very glad the note had incinerated, even if it had stung the cauldron burn on her left pinkie. There was no way the assignment wouldn’t be a test, but she was adamant to s u c c e e d now.