Oh, this was going to be awkward.
Casey had sprung behind a suit of armor and was now finding that a boy was hiding behind the statue next to her own hiding spot. He could not see her because of a hanging banner, but she could clearly see his feet. She looked upwards, cursing her luck. This now doubled the chances of the two of them getting in trouble, and Casey's reasons for sneaking out were much too noble to be ignored. She needed to get out of the castle tonight, of all nights, because if not, bad things could definitely happen.
Lily Potter was not a cousin to her - well, she was, but that was not it. Lily was Casey's best friend in the whole world. Sometimes, her only one. And a week ago, on the full moon, Lily had slipped out without her. Casey understood, she guessed. Even though she had always joined her for the full moons, or at least accompanied her, Lily had been more nervous considering someof the new laws. It was the same concept that now made her more nervous - having another person around doubled the chances of trouble. Still, Casey had been hurt to hear nothing of it. And then she had been worried, because Lily still had not come back. Sure, Lily had communicated that she was fine, but Casey suspected some level of deception. And it was exactly one week after the full moon. And every month, a week after the full moon, Lily got sick. It was part of the lycanthropy curse, and Lily typically fainted if she didn't get medicine. The loving, cautious cousin that Casey was, she could not help but practically panic for her elder kin's sake.
So, she needed to escape. And now this boy was potentially ruining it. The last of the prefect hurried by, and Casey took the chance, walking across the hallway. She glanced back at him, giving him a nice little dirty look. She could hear him scurrying away as soon as she turned down the corridor, and she breathed easy.
But wait. What if he was going to tell on her. She was a Weasley, after all. They had their enemies. It was probably an irrational train of thought, but Casey was a Gryffindor, not a Ravenclaw. She immediately turned around and ran after the boy, her bare feet silent on the stone floor. She clapped her bag down so it would make no noise.
The boy was inadvertently in front of a door that led to a broom cupboard. Casey stealthily ran, using a pillar to hide her figure until she was all but behind the boy. A concentrated flick of her wand opened the door, and she rushed the boy, attempting to knock into the small closet so she could question him and swear him to silence.