She exhales sharply, pondering through her life, "Well if you’re asking worst advice I’ve been given and trusted it, it was probably telling pretty boy over there that I loved him’, she shudders at the memory, "fucking Greengrass. If you’re asking about advice in general it was probably when Dumbledore told the whole school to go back to their dormitories when Filtch announced there was a troll in the dungeons. Either he didn’t care where our dorms were or he thought it was a perfect excuse to get rid of a few Slytherins.’ She shrugged. "We all ended up in the Hufflepuff common room instead, friendly bastards’.