If Sloane remembered the way to the infirmary correctly (which she did, somebody was always in there), they were almost there. "Oh yes," Sloane hissed as she felt the sting in her eyes refresh. "She's the large white cat following any given Gryffindor around on any given day." Or Calla, or sometimes even Anne. Splash got around just fine.

Once inside the infirmary, she could smell the potions and sterile environment even if she couldn't see it. "I'll be alright from here on out, thanks for walking me up." She assured Mr. Montgomery with a pained smile.