She sent the message over to the rest of the Marauders, wherever they were, as she headed towards the Forbidden Forest. She set an unhurried pace to match Moko’s slithering by her feet. After all, they had no reason to hurry. It was past curfew, yes, but the threats of roaming Prefects or nasty caretakers accompanied by equally nasty cats no longer loomed over them. Snape, in charge of the nightly rounds once again, had volunteered to distract them for the time being and keep them from taking the routes Ashley had instructed her friends to use. The Marauders were safe... For now.