Prats and Pigtails
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Chapter 3: How Doth The Little Butterfly…
Alex briskly wonders along the corridor. He pauses at a tapestry he knows he shouldn't; he knows he shouldn't be anywhere near this tapestry in this corridor, but he is. He pulls on a multicoloured thread that is loose and is dangling down. As he pulls it down he says the password he has swiped "How doth the little butterfly…" He is knocked over by Kat; he glances at her, annoyed. "What was that for, Fawcett?" Kat looks around. What on earth is Stebbins doing outside the Hufflepuffs common room? "Stebbins?" she asks, incredulous. He nods impatiently. "What are you doing here?" she says.
"I came to look for you; McGonagall told me to take you the quill and ink you left behind." He produces her missing quill and ink. She thanks him, bashful. He leaves smiling. I really think she's warming to me, he thinks to himself brightly.