Poor Fi picks at her breakfast.  Where was her studly prefect?  Where was that cute Gryffindor boy?  Where, indeed, was the beauteous (and stern?  and strict?) Professor Sloan?<br/><br/>Ah, well.  She'd best get on with searching the library again.  Hopefully that cranky old Madame Pince wouldn't get upset with her again.  A blush spread across Fi's face as she remembered why, exactly, the old woman had docked her house points last night.<br/><br/><em>Voyeuristic old crone!  I bet she got an eyeful before stopping us...not that we were doing anything!</em><br/><br/>In the absence of instructions or guidance to the contrary, Fiona leaves her breakfast half-eaten and goes for a walk, which will theoretically end in the Library.<br/><br/>(to Grounds)