"Of course, if they had someone to intervene, someone who looked more or less, that may work wonders..."

"I will need to stay here, though," Torana told him. "I'll need to protect my notes. I have created the most comprehensive guide to Hogwarts since the original blueprints were drawn up! I can't very well let anyone come in and ruin that. Oh, but I'll need to slip out for supplies sooner or later. Those traps you set off will need to be reset and why do I think you've managed to bumble your way into breaking more than a few of them." Torana smirked, more amused at it than upset. She could come up with new ones if he ruined them badly enough. She didn't spend nearly enough time coming up with new traps.

But your assessment of where you would land up is not entirely inaccurate, as far as I'm concerned."

"Well," Torana said, kicking her feet over the railing and skipping across the pages to another notebook, "I couldn't very well take one of the dungeon rooms as a home. I'm far too used to observation to be that close to the thick of the action anymore. And, well, the other tower was no good for more than the obvious reasons." She went back across the room and sat back down on the railing, plucking out a quill and tapping it against the page as if it would make the trap ideas come and push the wave of sadness that washed over her back. "No, Gryffindor wouldn't do at all."