Pansy squeaked a little, but covered it by clearing her voice, "Well, it could have been Black, couldn’t it? Working on the Dark Lord’s orders," she said, "He’s the only one who’s ever broken out before, isn’t he?" Harry was too tired to properly engage in the conversation, and instead turned his attention to the facility table, where their professors were pouring anxiously over the paper. Egg yolk was dripping slowly into the lap of Professor Sprout, her spoon having frozen midair as she poured over the paper. Harry shuddered at the intense feeling of de ja vu.