"All right, Laura, you pick."
"Spells for three hundred," you say confidently, giving your team a quick thumbs up.
"Okay! Let's see—oh good one! Name the three Unforgiveable Curses," Perry asks in a singsong voice as she rips off the tag from the Harry Potter Jeopardy board.
You don't even need to think as you rattle them off your fingers. "The Imperius Curse, Cruciatus Curse, and Avada Kedavra!"
"That's right! Three hundred points to Gryffindor and Hufflepuff!"
Danny gives you a high five before smugly looking at LaFontaine and Kirsch. Both look highly disgruntled, Kirsch tugging on the Gryffindor necktie LaFontaine lent him.
"Okay, Laura, your pick again." Perry waves her wand over the board, adjusting her witch's hat as she does so.
"What do you think?" You turn towards Danny.
"Characters for six hundred? Go big or go home, babe," Danny responds, giving Kirsch a cheeky grin as she tosses back her tankard of butterbeer and moonshine. He blushes and looks down at his own glass. You and LaFontaine catch each other's eyes, stifling snorts. Kirsch and Danny've been acting all strange for weeks now, and both of them won't do anything about it. But, they're your friends and you respect them. So, every time it looks like they're about to erupt into a cooties war, you good-naturedly look the other way.
"What department did Dirk Cresswell work in at the Ministry of Magic?" Perry reads.
You hesitate. Of course, you clearly remember who Dirk Cresswell is. He escaped with Dean, Ted Tonks, and two goblins during the Voldemort War. But his department? You realize you're stuck. And Danny's no help at all as she's so far gone, she's attempting to pull Kirsch in with his tie and go straight for the kill.
"I'm not sure, Magical Law Enforcement?" you say uncertainly.
Perry shakes her head, smiling when LaFontaine's wand hand shoots up.
"Doesn't he do something with goblins?"
Perry glances down at the cards and nods eagerly, willing LaFontaine to come up with the answer. But they're just as stumped as you are, and honestly you're pretty sure goblins was a lucky guess. You open your mouth to try again but someone beats you to it.
"He's the Head of the Goblin Liaison Office," a husky voice states matter-of-factly from the dark recesses of your room.
You spin around on your chair, staring at Carmilla who, for all intents and purposes, looks completely absorbed in her book. And you're not the only one staring. Nearly everyone's mouth is hanging slightly ajar.
"What? My friend works at the Ministry." She finally snaps her book shut, taking in all your faces.
"The—the ministry? Like the ministry?" You can't help stuttering, roughly stumbling over the words.
She rolls her eyes and slightly shifts on her bed.
"What other Ministry of Magic do you know of?"