It was later than any self-respecting young lady should have been up, but Febby had started a new novel and was rather enthralled with hit. Warm summer air wafted through her open window overlooking the garden, but the late night quite was interrupted by some kind of kerfuffle on the street out front. Without any window to see from her own room, she closed her book, almost relieved for the reason to stop and crept across the hall to August's room.

She barged in without knocking and peered down at the street below through his window instead. It was hard to tell what was going on, but it seemed that something was most certainly happening next door. There was some shouting, she could see people on the street, but for the most part things were unclear to her. Naturally curious and with a flare for adventure, Febby donned her housecoat and slippers and crept outside through the back, through the garden and to the wrought-iron fence that joined to the house next door. It was little more than a gate, but she got a much better view of what was happening. Apparently some of her neighbors were being arrested. That was new.

Briefly she wondered if Mr. Umbridge was  tasked with this dilemma, but didn't have to question it for long as he materialized before her, looking a little worse for the wear. Febby tossed her simple plait over her shoulder, having totally forgotten that she was essentially ready for bed when she'd decided to sneak outside, but it was a little too late to worry about appearances.

"Missed me that much, hmm?" He looked incredibly tired, though unharmed at least. She really didn't want to have to go visit him in the hospital. Febby wrapped her fingers around the pickets of the gate as she leaned forward to get a better look at him, though her right hand protested the motion through her bandaged knuckles.