"Mmhm," Eliza had a feeling that Dedalus knew of some tunnels, but she wouldn't ask him about them. He seemed to have a need to keep things to himself, which was fine with her, and she would appreciate it even more when he told her without prodding. Except that her stomach twisted terribly during those long nights, even with her knowledge about the time turner, they'd never settle with her. "The Marauders, too. Dedalus is friends with James, I bet he teases all the time."
She leaned back against the wall, sure that her hearing wasn't good enough to detect movement behind the stone. But, if something decided to pop out, she'd be ready.
"His name was Fred, isn't that odd? Fred the Gargoyle, he's the one on the way to the Divination room, he's rather snarky, actually---" Eliza smoothed down her skirt, "asked me if Dedalus knew how short my skirt was, when it is at exactly the proper measurements."
Eliza smiled, though, and nodded again, "I can see how after seven years the knocker could lose its novelty. I'm getting better at it, though."
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