❝ The BOTH of us, ❞ said Snape, fingers laced as he peered down, one eyebrow raised suspiciously, at the girl who stood before him and directly next to what could only be called a swamp, ❝ know you did not do this, Ms. Spinnet, despite what you might claim. ❞ Indeed, surveying the thick mud, BRACKISH stinking water, wealth of tall thick grasses, and generous coating of slime that had laid claim to what had once been the eastern corridor of Hogwarts, Snape had a VERY good idea of exactly who might be responsible for the mess and he very much suspected that Spinnet was covering for the Weasley twins. ❝ I will be taking points from Gryffindor regardless, ❞ Snape said, his desired aura of disciplinary rigidity somewhat marred by the presence of a swamp fly he was forced to bat away. ❝ There is nothing to be gained by taking the BLAME for them. ❞