Parvati had been heading in the direction of the North Tower, considering to pick up a few books from the Divination office. She had done enough wallowing and now that she was at odds with her sister, all she had was her studies. And that was saying a lot for Parvati Patil who never busied herself with work.
Mid-flight, she froze when she heard Flitwick's voice boom through the castle. A command to immediately return to their dormitories could only mean one thing, and it had been occurring regularly that it was easy to understand.
Not again.
Doubling back down the staircase, she dashed in to the nearest open classroom, closing the door. The Gryffindor tower was too far away. Leaning on a desk in the dark room, she buried her face in her hands. This could not be happening again. If only others had listened and taken Lavender's death so seriously, precautions could have been taken. This could have been prevented.
Jumping when she heard the door open, she squinted in to the light pouring in from the corridor, both hoping it was and at the same time wasn't that death eater Bole. She wanted revenge, but alas had no magic.