[That's a rare find, because Hogwarts has its own reputation in regards to rumours. They spread like fiendfyre and are quickly distorted into something unrecognisable but are still believed, as ridiculous as they become.

It's usually when you stop chasing away boys that one might find their way in. Spoilers Snow is probably talking to Serah for the first time right now.

Claudia doesn't return to writing her letter, instead tickling the owl under its chin with the end of her quill, half-watching Lightning sit down across the carriage. She knows who she is, of course, it's hard not to, really, both being prefects, both being Gryffindors a bit more keener on rule following (hence the prefect thing), but she nods.]

Ezio overheard something along those lines an hour or so ago. [Gotta love eavesdropping.] Hopefully I'll have time to complete this before it begins... [She indicates the parchment. Not that she minds if she doesn't; she isn't in any rush. Despite his faults, Federico appreciates long letters from his little sister.] ... if not, then, after the welcoming feast.