Corvie knew that Professor Quirrell was up to something.
She just wasn't sure what it was.
Harry and the Potter Patrol were of the mind that Snape had tried to kill Harry. Corvie and her friends, however, all knew that that was not true.
"I'm positive that it was Quirrell," Corvie said one evening, tucking a strand of red hair behind her ear. She had shifted that morning–the first time in four weeks, which had been a cause of great celebration among the Ravenclaws and Slytherins. The Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs had all been disappointed to find the only evidence of her trauma was her tricolored hair–gray, white, and red. Corvie shook her hair out of her head. The shift had only happened for three minutes, but it had been a shift–not a half-shift like what sometimes Corvie got.
"Yeah, me, too," said Daphne. Corvie smirked over at her brother, who was glowering at his sister. Gryffindor had just lost in a landslide to Ravenclaw, placing them in third. Corvie smirked. "Dumbledore's probably going to try and up the score," Corvie said, turning back to the others. She waved her wand at the candle, muttering, "Inflammare candle," and then turning back to face her friends. "Luckily, I've alerted the Ravenclaws and Slytherins, so we're up by several hundred points. The final's coming up after this next match–Gryffindor versus Slytherin. Hufflepuff has already been eliminated, so we've got a place in the running."
The day of the match came and went like a bullet. Corvie frowned at her exam schedule. The exams had just been finished, and now it was time for the final game. Ravenclaw versus Slytherin, However, when they tramped onto the field, Gryffindor was one player short. Corvie was almost jumping and down with glee at her brother's absence.
Ravenclaw won by a landslide.
"We have a few more last-minute points to dish out," said Dumbledore at the end of the End-of-Term Feast.
"To Parvati Patil, Ronald Weasley, Seamus Finnegan, I award fifty points each."
That brought Gryffindor to second place, right behind Ravenclaw.
"To Harry Potter, I award sixty points."
That put Gryffindor ten points ahead of Ravenclaw.
The uproar on both sides was thundering. The Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs were all dancing up and down, while the Ravenclaws and Slytherins were screaming abuse at Dumbledore.
"Blatant favoritism," Corvie grumbled angrily.
Corvie stood at the station, searching for her aunt and uncle.
"There they are," pointed out Leo and Lucas. "Come on, we'd better get going."
"Mum, look!" shouted a girl shrilly. "That's our little sister," Leo said, smirking. "Her name's Lynn. She'll be starting next year. Well, have a nice summer, Corvie."
And Corvie walked off into the Muggle world.