"You know it, babe," Zeta said with a grin and gave Lucinda a gentle slug on the shoulder. "What are eccentric, shoeless, Hufflepuff, Pepper big sisters for?"
They hiked back up to the castle, the rocky path giving way to the ancient paving stones and steep steep steps. Zeta was taking a liking to this funny little Gryffindor who was quick to threaten a hex or few, who was immune to pond-cold, and eager to help when it came to dredging up Doc Martins. Where had this little weirdo been all her life? Zeta offered another smile and hauled open the heavy door.
"Hey, I'll see you later, okay? Don't worry about me."