"You will not believe what I just saw!" Michael said without preamble as he entered. "You know little Maggie, that fourth year with that really wide gap between her front teeth? She's snogging a Hufflepuff. In the loo!" This was preposterous. Not so much the snogging itself, Michael was fine with that – but the loo? Could it be that these days the so called private place wasn't all that private any more? Had it, in fact turned into a place for social gathering?
"That is so unhygienic." He stated and looked at Terry and Anthony, evidently awaiting confirmation of his assessment. "Miss Norris is prowling around, too." Michael rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "One of these days I'll dump some essence of cat-mince on Filch. That should help those two work out some of their issues."