Seneca had noticed a pattern of Miss Scrimgeour coming to her whenever she didn't have anything better to do. She figured that was the case because the younger Slytherin rarely had anything important to tell her whenever she did that. It would usually be some kind of complaint, like the one about Professor Sleptov's class, or a piece of gossip for someone.

"Oh, did you see what Miss X was wearing at breakfast?"

"Professor Sleptov is obliged to teach us certain things," Seneca replied maturely. "I am sure he is just as bored as you to be teaching the same things over and over, year after year. I'm sure he'd much rather teach us some of the dirty spells he used as an Auror." The whole point of their friendship group was to share knowledge on things that weren't taught in a Hogwarts classroom. Besides, didn't Holly have any relatives willing to teach her things, as Seneca did with her Papa and Tiberius and sometimes Auntie Mariana?

She had an idea.

"Do you want me to teach you a curse my cousin taught me?" Seneca said in a hushed tone. "We'll have to find some privacy first, though."