Well, if he needed to backtrack to the Great Hall, then she would go along. Besides, once she got back there it was only a few extra feet back to her common room. He insisted that he should carry her books as a kind of retribution for knocking her over. Susan felt bad that he was carrying them for her, but at the same time she was relieved that she didn't have to do it. They were far too heavy for her.
"So, do you know your way back to the Great Hall?" she asked, following him down the flight of stairs. She knew it was down, but she wasn't sure which staircases would get them there the quickest. Plus, the fact that they all changed on a regular basis didn't help. She didn't think she would ever be able to find her way around the castle, no matter how many times her parents assured her that by the time she was a seventh year it would all be second nature. A map would be nice to have. One that changed with the stairs and all one would have to do would be to tell it where you were going and it would lay out the best route. She would have to work on that someday...
As they walked, Susan examined her previously injured hand. There was absolutely no evidence of the scrape that had been there only an hour before.
"That Madam Pomfrey is brilliant," she said, more to herself than Terry.