"I would temper your expectations, Mister Potter," said Madam Pomfrey, considering his appearance with pursed lips, "and perhaps refrain from informing Mister Malfoy as to whom caused your face to be in this state," she turned towards McGonagall, her mouth open ready to say something, when her eyes landed on Marietta, who’s hands had briefly slipped from in front of her face, revealing the word "SNEAK’ that she had been trying so hard to hide; Madam Pomfrey yelped, "Good  grief girl! What happened to you?!"