Flora was unbothered by Miss Lestrange's presence and was only mildly discomforted by her nosiness. She supposed being a prefect was synonymous with being nosy; she would endeavor to be the opposite when she was prefect one day. She sat up, uncrumpled her hall pass, and held it out to Miss Lestrange.
"Astronomy tower," she replied. "Professor [----] let me help her grade papers for extra credit. I never knew the doors in the dungeon open and shut on their own at night." And neither did Mr. Bones, apparently, but Miss Lestrange seemed like the type who would know every little detail like that.
She craned her head in Hesper's direction, trying to get a peep at the paper. She couldn't see a reason why anyone would need to write a letter so late at night! Perhaps there was an emergency?
"Are you well, Hesper?" she asked sincerely, resting her chin under her arms on the arm of the couch. "From my experience, insomnia happens when you're not well."
"Astronomy tower," she replied. "Professor [----] let me help her grade papers for extra credit. I never knew the doors in the dungeon open and shut on their own at night." And neither did Mr. Bones, apparently, but Miss Lestrange seemed like the type who would know every little detail like that.
She craned her head in Hesper's direction, trying to get a peep at the paper. She couldn't see a reason why anyone would need to write a letter so late at night! Perhaps there was an emergency?
"Are you well, Hesper?" she asked sincerely, resting her chin under her arms on the arm of the couch. "From my experience, insomnia happens when you're not well."
