They were soon joined by Miss Flora Mulciber, of whom Seneca knew of as well. Her mother was a famous socialite, probably a friend of her cousin Evelyn. Curiously, she had come from outside. Seneca didn't believe that the twelve-year-old daughter of one of the most well-known socialites was capable of doing scandalous things, still, she felt inclined to ask, with some disinterest in her voice: "And where were you, Miss Mulciber?" She didn't turn to look at the second year, still looking for her potion.

Seneca wasn't actually inclined to take any house points from her fellow Slytherins. As long as she didn't catch other Slytherins having sex or murdering people, she overlooked their misbehavior.

Miss Gamp told her she had been writing a letter and that she couldn't sleep. Fair. "Maybe there's a sleeping potion here for you, Miss Gamp, if your problem persists," Seneca told the youngest student.

Now, onto her problem. Where was the migraine potion? Would she have to brew one herself? She was getting annoyed at her difficulty in finding it.

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