This was exciting, and that was alright with him. He knew how to handle that, more or less. He ran down the stairs as fast as he could, down corridors, across the school, wishing he knew the castle half as well as Fred and George did. He was headed for the dungeons to let McGonagall know that they were a student short so that they could go find her. That was the proper thing to do. She would give him that sort of thin half-smile, the one that Gryffindors were always astonished to find their stern Head of House was capable of, and tell him he had done a good job. He could almost see it already. Thank you, Mr. Weasley. We will take it from here.