Breakfast was a quick affair. The Hufflepuffs kicking everyone out by ten. Fred and George we're out buying a case of butterbeer and I had it on good authority that the Ravenclaws we're doing something of their own. Slytherin just shrugged, glared, or rolled their eyes and left.
And I was in the library.
I had already skimmed the books I used last year for our contract. Much of the same except I used clear as rain language for the stupider ones who join our lot. The only thing left was to write it down officially.
It was go time.