(just outside the Great Hall)<br/><br/>Vincent emerges, letting the door close gently behind him.  He leans on the heavy wood for a moment, frowning in thought.<br/><br/><em>She's <span class="bbc_u">Gryffindor</span>.  It would be utterly unwise to even consider the merest hint of such an alliance.  Perhaps that is why the idea keeps coming to mind.  Unorthodox.  Unexpected.  I must consider this further.  At length.  In depth.</em>.<br/><br/>Shoving himself back into motion, he stalks off...curiously enough, towards the Prefects' Baths.