Holly went into the restroom, but did not use the restroom. Instead, her time was spent trying to calculate the best way to contact Madam Sykes before Madam Potts would. But as Holly had learned by now, being a second year had its limits, even if her mind did not; while perhaps creative enough to ponder on ways to send a magical message without parchment and quill, she did not have the magical ability to actually do so. Nor was the possibility of escaping the lavatory without Madam Potts seeing her, she admitted to herself with a resigned sigh. She'd actually have to face the consequences for her actions, whether by having points taken from Slytherin or having to face a silent, disappointed-looking Madam Sykes in the morning. Neither was ideal.

With a recognizable scowl on her face, Holly left the lavatory, eyes avoiding Madam Potts' gaze, and walked past her. She was not prepared for the morning.

/wrap?

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