#10 Honour the Fallen

Saoirse stared up at the door leading to the staff room, hesitating before knocking. She'd never come here willingly before, and didn't think she ever would. She tried to think back to what the last thing had been that had gotten her into detention. Was it when she'd told another student who had been picking on her accent to shove a canary up their coal mine? Was it when she had gotten into an argument about why the magical and Muggle worlds had to be kept separate? Maybe it was that time another student had startled her when she had just surfaced from the lake while full of adrenaline and she'd reacted by punching him in the nose.

Saoirse hadn't even realized how much the episodes had started to run together. She was just so used to being the problem student. Bemusedly, she wondered if it was worth trying to argue her viewpoint to people anymore. Magical folks were... stuck in their ways, to put it mildly. Saoirse looked at the newspaper she had brought with her again, suddenly doubting if she would get any answers. She wanted to know if the teachers would tell her more about this Sacred Four business. There were so many secrets at Hogwarts, something she couldn't stand. Sometimes secrets were necessary, but surely not nearly this many.

But, she doubted that with her standing, she would get answers on her own. She decided to wait for Grace, who probably wasn't too far behind.