"You have six years! Did you have an angle on Silverlight when you were five?"
"I didn't have an angle on Silverlight the morning of, it just - came to me all of a sudden."
"I had to, uh, threaten to go to the Owly instead, to get Ravenclaw."
Suspecting that her fear of Slytherins is related to that 'never said' thing, Emma will just be sitting here guiltily.
"Hah, wicked! You threatened the Hat!" Alli crows. "That is too cool. Wish I could've gotten away with that."
"It really wanted to put me in Slytherin but I told it that it could do that for like - a week, and that furthermore if I wanted to let it put me there, now, then I wouldn't qualify anymore. So it let me have Ravenclaw. And I fit Ravenclaw, right?"
"You're probably a better Ravenclaw than I am a Slytherin," Alli points out. "But still. Slytherin buddies!"
"I don't want everybody to hear about this any more than I want everybody to hear about my dad," adds Miranda. "If that wasn't obvious."
"Well, yeah. Remember the 'actually bothered' vs 'pretend bothered' thing? Lips, sealed."
Eventually, the cart lady comes by with her cart. There is the usual pile of candies, sweets and drinks for purchase. On the side of the cart is a rack containing copies of the Daily Prophet. The main article is something about the progress of Reconstruction, complete with a smiling picture of Minister Shacklebolt.
Towards the edge of the paper, just above the fold, is a headline that reads OP-ED: Spies in Hogwarts?
Miranda buys one of those. It's sensationalism and she doesn't care right now.
(She also gets Chocolate Frogs and a pack of sugar quills.)
"They think the American professors are spies? Really?"