If Seneca wasn't busy trying to keep herself from being shot across the room, she would have given Miss Scrimgeour a dead-pan look for her question. With her legs hanging and the bed spinning as it was, there was no way to do what Miss Scrimgeour suggested.

Finally, someone was awoken by the noise. Seneca was beginning to suspect the others' potions had been spiked with a sleeping-draught, for there was no way one could sleep through the mayhem Peeves was making! Miss Borgin wasn't very helpful, however, even if her comment was one Seneca might have made if their roles were reversed.

"Perhaps you'd care to catch me?" Seneca returned to the Ravenclaw in an irritable tone.