If Mytrle had held a sliver of hope that perhaps Madam Sykes had given Holly permission, it disappeared as soon as she saw the petulant scowl on Miss Scrimgeour's face. Slytherin though the young girl may have been, she was only 12, and she wore the pout of someone who had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar just the same as any other child her age.

It was with great relief on Myrtle's part that they reached the entrance to the Slytherin common room. "Straight to bed, Miss Scrimgeour," she instructed. "Miss Sykes and I will find you tomorrow after breakfast."

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