"I was glad to see you here tonight. I suspected you wouldn't let me down, but that doesn't change that I'm glad you were here."

Smiling as she moved about the room, tidying things up. Picking up scraps of scrolls, hints of feathers that drifted off quills. As she did, she took the bits and tossed them into the fire that fueled her spell.

"My dear, are the rumors I've heard true? Did..." She paused, moving her hand. There was a sound, a whooshing, as the silencing spell descended over the rumors. "Did Professor Snape require you to drink a potentially dangerous potion?"