It hadn't bypassed Todd that something was going on in the gossip circles that day but he had been hold away working on revising for his OWLs and the last thing he'd cared about was whatever it was that everyone seemed so intent on whispering about. He'd seen Daily Prophet's being passed about as well, but the last time he'd read the papers had been at the end of the war. As far as he was concerned, if there was something that he needed to know, then Headmaster Dumbledore would have said something during one of their meals. That he hadn't gave Todd little to worry about. Revising had been interrupted - quite happily - by Quidditch practice and then he'd remained afterwards to put in a bit of extra work; just because they practically held the cup in their hands at the moment didn't mean they couldn't lose it to a well-played match by Ravenclaw.

With his broom shouldered, he made his way through the corridors heading to the commons a shower and bed on mind when a glow of odd light had his brow knitting. It was the sound of something scraping that next caught his attention and, slowing a bit, he shoved his hand into his pocket for his wand. Holding it at a ready, he picked his pace back up. What he saw was not what he expected. 

"You know," he said, once he was sure it was Anna, "Flitty wouldn't be at all pleased to see you treated your wand like that."

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