Squash her? Seneca was bemusedly offended. She hardly had the build to squash anybody! She wasn't a petite girl, but she wasn't large either. She wouldn't play beater anytime soon, that was for sure!

In any case, being 'caught' by a hovering charm was a preferable method of rescue to letting go and hoping Miss Borgin caught her without both of them ending up on the floor. Seneca was about to let go when Holly urged her to do so, an unacceptable thing to do because Seneca hated being told to do something she was already planning on doing. Holly could be such an unsufferable baby at times, Seneca wondered how they were friends in the first place.

She let go of the bed post, hovered inches above the ground for a few seconds before her bare feet touched the floor. Normally, she would go about saving Holly, but she had annoyed her so Seneca would take her time, unless Miss Borgin wanted to be the hero of the evening.

"I wouldn't squash you," Seneca told the Ravenclaw with a bemused smile. "Thanks."