"The castle gates, Mister Malfoy? Oh, I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, you do have a wonderful sense of humour," she chortled; it was something she was fond of saying when he said something she thought was stupid, but Draco had never figured out if she was mocking him, or if she genuinely thought he was joking, "I’m not traipsing all the way across the grounds - again! And in this weather! There’s nearly three feet of snow on the ground," she chuckled again, "the castle gates," she shook her head, practically racing up the steps, "no - I have gained special permission from the headmaster to make use of his fireplace,"  