"We need to get hold of that diary somehow," said Leo. He and Marisa had stayed up a little later than everyone else to plot in private as usual.
"How do you suggest we do it?" asked Marisa. "We don't know the password to the Gryffindor common room."
"So, we have three options," Leo said, counting them off on his fingers. "We find out the password, we bribe a Gryffindor to steal it for us or we ask Potter directly."
"None of those sound particularly favourable," Marisa replied. "Bribery probably won't work, particularly if people are still willing to think you're Slytherin's heir. We can't trust any of the Gryffindors. People will get suspicious And I doubt Potter will willingly give us the diary or tell us what's in it."
Leo sighed. "Valid points," he admitted.
"We could tell a teacher and ask them to take it?"
He rolled his eyes. "You think they'll pay any attention to us?"
"It's worth a try, isn't it?"
"No," insisted Leo. "We are not telling a teacher about this under any circumstances. We've been over this before, they won't listen unless we have solid evidence, which we don't."
Marisa nodded reluctantly. "So, what you're saying is that we have no options."
"Basically, yes."
"Great," she said. "I might sleep on it, see if any ideas show up." She got to her feet.
"Night," said Leo.
"See you tomorrow," replied Marisa, walking off towards the stairs that led to the girls' dormitories.