Madeleine winced at the sound of the caretaker's voice. She didn't care what the professors said; Quoft was a cranky old man and she was terrified to deal with him. But Professor Scrims wasn't aware of this; he pushed the door open and stuck his head inside. "Aha, Mr Potter," he said mildly. "Out of bed as well? You should know that bad things happen to students who don't get enough sleep at night." He turned back to Madeleine then, gesturing her inside.
"Another student out of bed for you, Quoft. Wandering the halls."
Madeleine stepped through the door, frowning, wondering for an instant why Scrims wasn't following her in--but the door shut after her and she turned to look at it. Scrims--Scrims had left her here! In the clutches of old Grumpypants Quoft!
Pulling another face, Madeleine turned back to face her doom.
...Potter was there, too? She hadn't thought he'd had it in him.