“If I did well. If I got one word of praise from her, one little gesture of affection, I would be the happiest little girl you’ve ever seen.” She is talking to a portrait, one of the ones she has, by now, made companions of in the inky night of Hogwarts. She has no clue about the other people lurking this late.
“Is that so, little one. I wonder who you are talking about oh so sweetly.”











