Lisette heard the clatter of the bowl and the gasp coming from a darkened portion of the owlry. Instant anger flared up in her and she got to her feet, tossing her cigarette ot the window. "Who's there?"

She peered into the darkness, trying to make out a form. Whoever was following her, and it sounded like a boy, had just heard her speak Parseltongue. Definitely not a good thing. She set her teeth, only just managing to refrain from grinding them in agitation.

"Show yourself, ass."