At the base of the pillar supporting the bust, Sherlock leaned against the wall.

"Moran headed toward the Quidditch pitch. Ready to go?" Sherlock lit up his wand. Molly and John followed suit and headed towards the pitch.

They crouched down behind the wall that protected the audience in the front row from the field, by the Slytherin seats, where two shadowy figures huddled.

Whispers floated towards their ears.

"No one suspects anything." A smooth voice said.

"Are you sure? Holmes and the Hooper girl were poking their noses around. But we can take care of them." Moran was talking to someone.

"Mm-hm. I've already got an idea for them. What about the Watson guy?"

"Doesn't seem like the smartest around. What do you expect from a Gryffindor? As soon as Hooper and Holmes are taken care of, he'll have no idea what to do."

John rolled his eyes at the classic Gryffindor stereotype. Molly and Sherlock looked at each other. What did the voice mean by "taken care of?"

"Jim, this seems like a bad idea." The hiding trio looked up in shock.

"Of course." John whispered. Sherlock shushed him and listened more intently.

"So what's the plan now?"

"I can't tell you yet, Seb. Of course, Irene would be a good help, is all I can say."

"Her?"

"Yes, her. And I need you to convince her to get in on the plan. She actually likes you."

"But-"

"But nothing, Seb. She could be a key part in this. We need her. Plus, if anyone can distract Holmes, it's going to be her."

"Are you sure no one will find him?"

"No one is going to be sorry to see Carl go. He was a prat, anyway. And no one is going to suspect a leaf. Especially not one I happened to find on the Quidditch pitch. It'll be hidden in our rooms and no one is going to suspect a thing."

"Why don't we get rid of it?"

"Because I need a reminder of exactly what I can do to someone. As do you. He stays. Come on, let's head to the dorm. It's late."

The figures drifted past the group, who shrank back in to a shadow.

"Adler." Sherlock whispered. "Do you know her?" He turned to Molly. She shook her head.

"No. Not well anyway. She's a Slytherin, and she's usually with a bunch of girls from her house, and she has a new boy draped over her shoulder practically every week. That's all I know."

"John. Anything?"

"She went out with Joseph, my roommate, a while ago. He said she was outgoing."

"Not much to go on, but it could be enough to get in her head, or at least get in her circle." Sherlock rubbed his palms together.

"Let's go back to bed. Sleep on our theories. Meet in the library tomorrow. We can say we're studying for NEWTS or something." John stood up. Sherlock followed, grabbing Molly's hand to pull her up.

The trio headed to their respective dorms. Sherlock held Moll's hand as he helped her through the portrait hole. They stopped in front of her door. "Goodnight, Molly," he said, hugging her quickly before going inside his own dormitory.

Molly stood on the hallway for a moment before turning and going to her room.