Myfanwy shot up, taut. Harry raised his hand to silence her. "It's possible, but not likely. I imagine Riddle has his own space for this particular rite. I'd be amazed if he did it somewhere so public and uncontrolled. But he's probably waiting for this receptacle, complete with that poor girls" soul, so he can complete the Horcrux creation with whichever stupid fucker is next in line for the procedure. It might even be Ron! But right now ... it's empty."