"You think I do not know this?" Padma said softly, her voice betraying some of her hurt. Because she was a Ravenclaw did not mean she did not stand against what was happening.
"Anthony and Ernie and I are working on a means to communicate again, as we used to," she lowered her voice despite the insensibility of her language to those that she passed, the eyes of the sixth year Slytherin narrowing in suspicion. While Parvati might have flashed them a defiant look, Padma allowed the tendrils escaped from her plait to shield her hasty casting off of her eyes.
"You say you want to be ready, and I say we do not want to expose ourselves until we are."