Tall seventh Floor staircase

Eric and Fry were hanging around here. "Hey, I'm kind of excited for the Hogsmeade trip. I want to visit the candy store, you know?" Fry said with a small smile.

Eric simply nodded. "Hmm. Yeah."

"Why are you so quiet?"

"I'm not quiet..."

"Yeah, Eric, you are. What's your problem?"

"Nothing's my problem. Why are you nagging me so much?"

"I'm not... Just-"

"Hey, look it's raining!"

Fry decided not to press the conversation anymore.

Olivia was standing on a step, leaning on the railing and watching a few fifth years sliding on the banister of a set of stairs below. Oh, how she wanted to just push them off, to listen to their hopeless screams as they plummeted down to the distant ground. Not to mention the delicious crack of their spines snapping upon contact with the stone floor. Wonderful.