Ashley cursed internally and hurriedly ducked behind a banner where she knew there to be space for hiding. It was a small hidden alcove, empty of any sign of recent usage. Thankfully, because the castle wished to please its Heiress, the alcove was spotless and free of dust and dirt. Ashley leaned her back against the wall and listened to the clicking of Kyra’s heels echoing through the corridor. The Potter Heiress held her breath when the footsteps came closer and abruptly stopped. Outside her hiding spot, she heard two voices, one belonging to Kyra, the other to a certain elder Hufflepuff who had the utmost perfect timing.