Presenting a fourth year Slytherin with the green and white bracelet he’d asked for (it was for his girlfriend, he’d said), Ashley excused herself from the table and slipped out of the great hall. She bit her bottom lip to stop herself from smirking, knowing that there were accusatory glares aimed at her retreating form. She didn’t need to turn back to know that her friends were pouting, grumbling about her leaving when they still had much work to do. She’d make it up to them later. Right now, her hands were tired and she had something important to fetch.