[She freezes when she hears his voice, then carefully sets her feet on the ground, and crouches low, to peer just underneath, one hand curled towards her body, the other flat on the ground. From where she was she had a view of the girl - Mulciber, now she knows who it is, which makes the bits and snatches she overheard even more interesting - but not of Black, where did he come from?
She knows the tapestry probably moves, just a bit, and she wonders if Black is observant enough to catch the movement. She's not sure if she wants him to or not. Mulciber and - Stone, that's the boy's name, he's some sixth year, Seraphim doesn't know him but she knows about him - are stomping off so loudly they'll get caught further down the hall for sure.]
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She knows the tapestry probably moves, just a bit, and she wonders if Black is observant enough to catch the movement. She's not sure if she wants him to or not. Mulciber and - Stone, that's the boy's name, he's some sixth year, Seraphim doesn't know him but she knows about him - are stomping off so loudly they'll get caught further down the hall for sure.]