She turned her focus back to the piles of parchment on her desk. Her plan was going along as it should be. Until she had confirmation that Draco was able to find the polyjuice potion or gather the necessary ingredients, she was in a holding stage. A lot was riding on whether or not her accomplice could get the potion. Theoretically, it was possible to do what she needed done without resorting to stolen identities, but she much preferred her chances with it. She was also no longer in a rush to prove herself worthy enough to get her access back to Level Eleven any time soon. If she wasn't cleared for the Level, how could anyone suspect she helped Aberforth escape? As far as she was aware, very, very few knew about the existence of the hidden staircase. A few carefully worded questions proved that at minimum Rabastan didn't have a clue there was another entrance. His arrogance and tendency to fully rely on just magic was a hindrance, just like Antonin used to warn her about when she whinged about not being allowed to use her wand in her training.