I'd have had the boys helping more, but on serious, delicate, forbidden work there's one person at Hogwarts I trust, and that's me. Besides, they were already in danger of expulsion while I had an ostensibly clean record. In my judgement, catching the Heir of Slytherin justified risks, and I was the one best-suited to do this. I couldn't quite believe, though, how little curiosity the boys showed about me calmly stealing expensive potions supplies. You'd think that with my "good little girl" image, they'd be startled at me not only suggesting stealing, but going through with it as though I'd always done such things. But, then, nobody ever said that my two boys were the sharpest knives in the drawer.