Disclaimer: I don't really know if I'm supposed to put a disclaimer,
but just in case here it is: I do not (unfortunately) own anything to do
with Harry Potter; it all belongs to J.K. Rowling. I'd love to borrow Draco
Malfoy and Professor Snape sometime, though! PLEEZ?
(A/N: Professor Sinistra is supposed to be on the list of people in Chapter 4 too)
Soon after the list was posted, there was a mad rush to get to the dormitories. Considering the show was going to be starting right after dinner, everyone had to be in the clothes they were going to be wearing at Blind Date at dinner. This didn't mean that much for the people who were just going to be watching, which was most people, but for the 26 who had gotten chosen to participate, most of them would really care what they wore to it.
"Oh god, Hermione, what are we going to wear?!" Parvati exclaimed after checking the list. "Calm down, Parvati, we'll find something!" she answered, although (unusually for her) she was blushing and wringing her hands. "We'd better get started; we don't have too long until dinner!" Lavender said, and the three Gryffindor girls ran up the stairs to their room. Ginny ran up after them, looking incredibly nervous. Angelina, Alicia, and Katie were having a similar conversation nearby, and soon they too disappeared up to their room, followed by a very anxious looking Penelope Clearwater.
Cho and Padma went up to the Ravenclaw dorms in a hurry, and Pansy Parkinson (after giving Draco a good snog) practically flew to her room in the Slytherin area. The boys were a little less nervous about what to wear, but even so, they left for their rooms just a little bit after all the girls disappeared.
"Are you nervous, Harry?" Colin Creevey asked, trying to keep up with Harry, Ron, Seamus, and Dean as they made their way up the Gryffindor staircase, "Because there's a lot at stake here I mean. I mean, you're so famous, what if the girls are fighting over you? Or what if the guys are fighting over you? Or what if no one wants you at all? Not that that could happen of course, but-"
"Shut up, Colin," Harry asked, pushing the camera kid aside. Colin (for once) took a hint and left. Once in their dorm, the four boys (who had gotten chosen) started searching through their trunks for suitable clothes. "I have nothing to wear!" Ron whined, holding up his regular Hogwarts robes and his awful maroon dress robes, "I'm going to be the laughingstock of the entire school! And Padma Patil will never like me!" Seamus rolled his eyes. "Calm down, Weasley," he said, laughing, "First of all, you don't even like Padma Patil. Second, you can borrow some of Dean and Harry's muggle clothes, like me!"
"Hey, who said you could borrow our clothes?" Dean asked, emerging from under his bed with a pair of jeans. But he and Harry were perfectly happy to lend some of their clothes to Ron and Seamus. Once they were all dressed, and they had attempted to make their hair look presentable (somehow Harry never quite grasped that concept), they went down to dinner, meeting a somewhat glum Neville at the Gryffindor table. They were actually some of the first people to arrive for dinner. Most everyone else was still changing.
Fred, George, Lee Jordan, Oliver Wood, and Percy were getting ready up in their dorm. Lee Jordan wasn't a contestant, but Fred and George had informed him that he, along with a person who will remain anonymous until the show, would be hosting. Fred, George, Oliver, and Lee were having no problem getting ready. They had muggle clothes to wear that they had seen in magazines that were supposed to be super cool for guys. Fred and George had access to these magazines only because Mr. Weasley was so obsessed with muggles that he wanted his sons to have a proper education in them, even if they didn't take Muggle Studies. They had found them pretty interesting, so they had lent to Lee, who was of course their best friend. The only thing Fred was having trouble with was convincing his mini-ponytail à la Bill to cooperate. But after some help from George and Lee, he was all set. "I can't do this. I just can't do this! I don't even have any clothes to wear, and I don't know how to make my hair look right, and Penny is going to be there, and she won't even like me!" Percy whined, almost crying from stress.
"Calm down, Percy," George said, "We'll help you get ready." Percy looked miffed. "I don't need any help," he said, his pride unable to let him have his brothers and their friend pity him. "We know, Perce," Fred said, with a wink at George, Oliver, and Lee, "but we'll help you anyway. Hey, why not use our extra getting-ready time for the good of others?" George and Lee nodded, and Percy reluctantly agreed to let them help him.
About 15 minutes later, a shocked-looking Percy emerged from the bathroom. "I look. good!" he said, examining the outfit Lee, Oliver, Fred, and George had transfigured. He was wearing baggy light blue jeans, a white tank top, and a blue button down shirt unbuttoned over it. He had hiking boot style shoes on, and Fred had gelled his hair to be slightly spiked, looking like he had just rolled out of bed and his hair fell just right. "You look great, Perce. Now can we please go down to dinner? I'm starving," Lee announced, checking his dreadlocks one last time in the mirror. The other four boys agreed, and they went down to join Harry, Ron, Seamus, Dean, and Neville at the Gryffindor table.
In the girls' side of the Gryffindor dormitories, Hermione, Parvati, Lavender, and Ginny weren't having a much easier time. Ginny was having the worst of it. She was not only the youngest contestant; she also didn't know how to act around guys. And then there was the fact that she had no idea about muggle fashions, which were the only acceptable thing to wear to a cool event like this, and she didn't really know how to use much makeup. "Don't worry, Ginny, we'll fix you up!" Hermione said. She, Lavender, and Parvati looked excited to do it. "But we better come up with our own outfits first," Parvati said, starting to dig through her trunk.
Not too much later, they emerged from the bathroom looking perfect. Hermione was wearing fairly tight whisker-wash flare jeans that her cousin in Paris had sent her, along with a baggy red sweatshirt that said "Just Like Magic" on it, and sneakers. She had decided to dress up rather unlike herself, but she was still dressed pretty conservatively. Lavender had gone a little more daring, wearing the same sort of jeans, but with a black tube top and flip-flops. Parvati, who was the biggest flirt of them all, and boy crazy, had gone with what Hermione (and Ginny) thought must be the shortest skirt in existence with a tight white tank top and platform sandals. They were all (especially Parvati) wearing a fair amount of makeup.
"How am I ever going to look that good?" Ginny whined sadly. "Let's get to work, girls," Lavender laughed, and they went right at it. 15 minutes later, Ginny couldn't believe herself. "You guys are amazing! Thank you so much!" she said, looking at herself. She was wearing tight khaki capris, backless sneakers, and a low-cut sheer blue t-shirt with a black tank top under it. "No problem," Hermione said, looking very proud of herself. After they all went and double checked their hair and makeup, the four of them walked down to dinner. On the stairs they met up with Angelina, Alicia, Katie, and Penelope Clearwater.
"Hey Mione, hey everyone!" Angelina smiled, "Great outfits!" The four smiled, glad that someone had appreciated their efforts. "You guys look great too," Ginny said nicely and truthfully. "Thanks," Katie said, "doesn't Penny look fabulous? She was so freaked out because Percy Weasley was going to be there, and just couldn't find and outfit, but we helped her out a bit, and now she looked great!" Hermione nodded. "Percy will be impressed," she said, laughing at the look of embarrassment and the blushing of Penny whenever anyone said Percy's name. Changing the subject, Penny suggested they go down to dinner, and so they joined everyone else at the Gryffindor table.
As soon as Hermione sat down, Ron couldn't stop staring at her. It took Harry five tries to get his attention. "Ron, what are you staring at?" he asked, because he had been facing the other way and not seen Hermione in her cool outfit with her straightened hair. "H-H-Hermione," he said, breathing unsteadily. Harry looked. "Whoa," he said, "Dean, Seamus, Fred, George, Oliver, Lee, check out Hermione!" All five of them turned to look.
"She looks good," Seamus admitted, "but look at Lavender in that tube top!" Lavender heard him (they were only a few seats away), and blushed. Fred and George were gaping at Angelina and Alicia (in that order), and Oliver was staring at Katie. They couldn't notice anyone else. Lee looked down that way too. "Nice," he said, "but check out Parvati!" Lee was immediately unable to take his eyes off her. "Damn I wish I was playing this game!" he said. Parvati, noticing he was staring at her, licked her lips and flipped her hair back.
"Oh well, more for me," Ron said to Harry. "Hey what about-" Harry started to say. Then he caught a glimpse of Cho walking into the great hall with Padma (Start slow motion with 'she's beautiful' music). Harry looked at Cho, admiring her short skirt, which showed off her legs nicely, and her tight sweatshirt, which Harry couldn't help staring at. He let out a little moan, looking at her. Ron broke his eyes away from Hermione to look at Harry. "What the bloody hell was that?" he asked, shaking his head. He followed Harry's eyes to wear Cho was standing. "Good luck, Harry," he said, noticing that many of the other people in the Great Hall were staring at her also, "you're going to need it."
Over at the Slytherin table, no one was being quite so subtle. Draco was getting many admiring compliments from the Slytherin girls about his black jeans and white tank top, which showed off his muscles and made him look incredibly sexy (A/N: I want Draco Malfoy! He is so hot! Tom Felton! I wouldn't turn down ol' Sevvie, either, but that's beside the point- Draco is HOT!). He was really enjoying himself. He usually got lots of attention, but at this point he felt like he was a movie star. Then Pansy Parkinson walked in, wearing a red rocker miniskirt and a black tank top that would have been a vest except it held together with a row of safety pins going all the way down the front of the skirt. She was also wearing knee-high black boots.
Draco couldn't take his eyes off her; he had never seen any girl look so sexy. Most people probably would have said she looked $l*tty, but Draco thought she looked hot, and he probably wouldn't have cared even if he had thought that she looked $l*tty. "Hey Draco," she said, running a finger down his bare arm, "Like my outfit?"
"Wow," he said, practically drooling, "you look very hot. I think there's only one way I would like that outfit better!" (A/N: Yes, people with their minds in the gutter, we all know what Draco is hinting at, okay? D@mn, Pansy is lucky) Pansy smiled, blinking her big blue eyes. "Well, I guess we can wait and see what happens on the show," she said, wetting her lips, "I sure hope I get paired with you. we would have a lot of fun at the dance." Draco was practically wetting his pants. His dad was right to tell him to stick with her. She was totally hot, and funny, and she could ask a guy out or show that she liked him without making him do all the work.
Unfortunately for Draco, the moment Pansy wrapped her arms around his neck, Professor Snape walked by. "Mr. Malfoy, Miss Parkinson, if you could please keep your hands off each other until an appropriate time, I'm sure everyone else would greatly appreciate it. 5 points from Slytherin for each of you," he said silkily. Pansy removed her arms from Draco's neck, and he stood there pouting. Professor Snape hardly ever took points off of his own house; he must be in a really foul mood.
And on top of that, if Draco couldn't kiss Pansy in the Great Hall, where could he kiss her? It would be difficult to on Blind Date (A/N: It's not really going to be aired in the muggle world as a show, but I guess it will be videoed for students to see at Professor Dumbledore's discretion. So don't mind me if I refer to it as a show) tonight, considering Professor Dumbledore had gone and invited his father. What kind of an idiot would invite his dad, Lucius Malfoy of all people, and his mom, to participate in a show like Blind Date? He sincerely hoped that this didn't mean that his parents would be attending the dance. Both of them were all right on their own, but when they were together, they were incredibly annoying. And he also sincerely hoped that no one would think it was funny to spike the punch like at the last dance they had had. His parents together at a dance when they were pissed (drunk) would not be a pretty picture. And they would ruin all the fun he could have with Pansy. How easy would it be to sneak off to the Slytherin dormitories with Mr. Malfoy's eagle eye on him all the time?
During dinner, every table was abuzz with talking about the show. Neville had perked up a little bit at the prospect of standing next to Susan Bones in the crowd, so even he was excited. But everyone in the show was nervous too, although some showed it more than others. As dinner was ending, Sirius Black and Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy came into the Great Hall and sat down next to Professor Lupin, Professor Snape, and Professor Sinistra. They were the six adults that would be participating. Dumbledore started laughing at the thought of it.
After a minute, he banged his spoon on his goblet. It took the students awhile, but finally they had all directed their attention to Dumbledore. "Students and teachers, welcome to a night that will surely go down in Hogwarts history. Hogwarts version of Blind Date will in fact be taking place tonight in the Gryffindor Common Room," he began, "It will be taking place there not because of house bias, but because it is the biggest common room. Don't panic if you think everyone won't fit, because your other teachers and I have made sure that you will. The dance that will be taking place in response to this evening will be held the night after tomorrow. I must ask that if you are participating in the show that you spend at least half of your evening with the person you get matched with. It is up to you if you want to do this in a group or alone. If you aren't participating, feel free to find yourself a date. Once again, I must thank Fred and George Weasley for their creative genius. And without further ado, if all the students, professors, guests, and Lee Jordan that are participating in the show will please follow Professor McGonagall. The rest of you may come with me to the common room if you should so desire. Let the fun begin!"
(A/N: Professor Sinistra is supposed to be on the list of people in Chapter 4 too)
Soon after the list was posted, there was a mad rush to get to the dormitories. Considering the show was going to be starting right after dinner, everyone had to be in the clothes they were going to be wearing at Blind Date at dinner. This didn't mean that much for the people who were just going to be watching, which was most people, but for the 26 who had gotten chosen to participate, most of them would really care what they wore to it.
"Oh god, Hermione, what are we going to wear?!" Parvati exclaimed after checking the list. "Calm down, Parvati, we'll find something!" she answered, although (unusually for her) she was blushing and wringing her hands. "We'd better get started; we don't have too long until dinner!" Lavender said, and the three Gryffindor girls ran up the stairs to their room. Ginny ran up after them, looking incredibly nervous. Angelina, Alicia, and Katie were having a similar conversation nearby, and soon they too disappeared up to their room, followed by a very anxious looking Penelope Clearwater.
Cho and Padma went up to the Ravenclaw dorms in a hurry, and Pansy Parkinson (after giving Draco a good snog) practically flew to her room in the Slytherin area. The boys were a little less nervous about what to wear, but even so, they left for their rooms just a little bit after all the girls disappeared.
"Are you nervous, Harry?" Colin Creevey asked, trying to keep up with Harry, Ron, Seamus, and Dean as they made their way up the Gryffindor staircase, "Because there's a lot at stake here I mean. I mean, you're so famous, what if the girls are fighting over you? Or what if the guys are fighting over you? Or what if no one wants you at all? Not that that could happen of course, but-"
"Shut up, Colin," Harry asked, pushing the camera kid aside. Colin (for once) took a hint and left. Once in their dorm, the four boys (who had gotten chosen) started searching through their trunks for suitable clothes. "I have nothing to wear!" Ron whined, holding up his regular Hogwarts robes and his awful maroon dress robes, "I'm going to be the laughingstock of the entire school! And Padma Patil will never like me!" Seamus rolled his eyes. "Calm down, Weasley," he said, laughing, "First of all, you don't even like Padma Patil. Second, you can borrow some of Dean and Harry's muggle clothes, like me!"
"Hey, who said you could borrow our clothes?" Dean asked, emerging from under his bed with a pair of jeans. But he and Harry were perfectly happy to lend some of their clothes to Ron and Seamus. Once they were all dressed, and they had attempted to make their hair look presentable (somehow Harry never quite grasped that concept), they went down to dinner, meeting a somewhat glum Neville at the Gryffindor table. They were actually some of the first people to arrive for dinner. Most everyone else was still changing.
Fred, George, Lee Jordan, Oliver Wood, and Percy were getting ready up in their dorm. Lee Jordan wasn't a contestant, but Fred and George had informed him that he, along with a person who will remain anonymous until the show, would be hosting. Fred, George, Oliver, and Lee were having no problem getting ready. They had muggle clothes to wear that they had seen in magazines that were supposed to be super cool for guys. Fred and George had access to these magazines only because Mr. Weasley was so obsessed with muggles that he wanted his sons to have a proper education in them, even if they didn't take Muggle Studies. They had found them pretty interesting, so they had lent to Lee, who was of course their best friend. The only thing Fred was having trouble with was convincing his mini-ponytail à la Bill to cooperate. But after some help from George and Lee, he was all set. "I can't do this. I just can't do this! I don't even have any clothes to wear, and I don't know how to make my hair look right, and Penny is going to be there, and she won't even like me!" Percy whined, almost crying from stress.
"Calm down, Percy," George said, "We'll help you get ready." Percy looked miffed. "I don't need any help," he said, his pride unable to let him have his brothers and their friend pity him. "We know, Perce," Fred said, with a wink at George, Oliver, and Lee, "but we'll help you anyway. Hey, why not use our extra getting-ready time for the good of others?" George and Lee nodded, and Percy reluctantly agreed to let them help him.
About 15 minutes later, a shocked-looking Percy emerged from the bathroom. "I look. good!" he said, examining the outfit Lee, Oliver, Fred, and George had transfigured. He was wearing baggy light blue jeans, a white tank top, and a blue button down shirt unbuttoned over it. He had hiking boot style shoes on, and Fred had gelled his hair to be slightly spiked, looking like he had just rolled out of bed and his hair fell just right. "You look great, Perce. Now can we please go down to dinner? I'm starving," Lee announced, checking his dreadlocks one last time in the mirror. The other four boys agreed, and they went down to join Harry, Ron, Seamus, Dean, and Neville at the Gryffindor table.
In the girls' side of the Gryffindor dormitories, Hermione, Parvati, Lavender, and Ginny weren't having a much easier time. Ginny was having the worst of it. She was not only the youngest contestant; she also didn't know how to act around guys. And then there was the fact that she had no idea about muggle fashions, which were the only acceptable thing to wear to a cool event like this, and she didn't really know how to use much makeup. "Don't worry, Ginny, we'll fix you up!" Hermione said. She, Lavender, and Parvati looked excited to do it. "But we better come up with our own outfits first," Parvati said, starting to dig through her trunk.
Not too much later, they emerged from the bathroom looking perfect. Hermione was wearing fairly tight whisker-wash flare jeans that her cousin in Paris had sent her, along with a baggy red sweatshirt that said "Just Like Magic" on it, and sneakers. She had decided to dress up rather unlike herself, but she was still dressed pretty conservatively. Lavender had gone a little more daring, wearing the same sort of jeans, but with a black tube top and flip-flops. Parvati, who was the biggest flirt of them all, and boy crazy, had gone with what Hermione (and Ginny) thought must be the shortest skirt in existence with a tight white tank top and platform sandals. They were all (especially Parvati) wearing a fair amount of makeup.
"How am I ever going to look that good?" Ginny whined sadly. "Let's get to work, girls," Lavender laughed, and they went right at it. 15 minutes later, Ginny couldn't believe herself. "You guys are amazing! Thank you so much!" she said, looking at herself. She was wearing tight khaki capris, backless sneakers, and a low-cut sheer blue t-shirt with a black tank top under it. "No problem," Hermione said, looking very proud of herself. After they all went and double checked their hair and makeup, the four of them walked down to dinner. On the stairs they met up with Angelina, Alicia, Katie, and Penelope Clearwater.
"Hey Mione, hey everyone!" Angelina smiled, "Great outfits!" The four smiled, glad that someone had appreciated their efforts. "You guys look great too," Ginny said nicely and truthfully. "Thanks," Katie said, "doesn't Penny look fabulous? She was so freaked out because Percy Weasley was going to be there, and just couldn't find and outfit, but we helped her out a bit, and now she looked great!" Hermione nodded. "Percy will be impressed," she said, laughing at the look of embarrassment and the blushing of Penny whenever anyone said Percy's name. Changing the subject, Penny suggested they go down to dinner, and so they joined everyone else at the Gryffindor table.
As soon as Hermione sat down, Ron couldn't stop staring at her. It took Harry five tries to get his attention. "Ron, what are you staring at?" he asked, because he had been facing the other way and not seen Hermione in her cool outfit with her straightened hair. "H-H-Hermione," he said, breathing unsteadily. Harry looked. "Whoa," he said, "Dean, Seamus, Fred, George, Oliver, Lee, check out Hermione!" All five of them turned to look.
"She looks good," Seamus admitted, "but look at Lavender in that tube top!" Lavender heard him (they were only a few seats away), and blushed. Fred and George were gaping at Angelina and Alicia (in that order), and Oliver was staring at Katie. They couldn't notice anyone else. Lee looked down that way too. "Nice," he said, "but check out Parvati!" Lee was immediately unable to take his eyes off her. "Damn I wish I was playing this game!" he said. Parvati, noticing he was staring at her, licked her lips and flipped her hair back.
"Oh well, more for me," Ron said to Harry. "Hey what about-" Harry started to say. Then he caught a glimpse of Cho walking into the great hall with Padma (Start slow motion with 'she's beautiful' music). Harry looked at Cho, admiring her short skirt, which showed off her legs nicely, and her tight sweatshirt, which Harry couldn't help staring at. He let out a little moan, looking at her. Ron broke his eyes away from Hermione to look at Harry. "What the bloody hell was that?" he asked, shaking his head. He followed Harry's eyes to wear Cho was standing. "Good luck, Harry," he said, noticing that many of the other people in the Great Hall were staring at her also, "you're going to need it."
Over at the Slytherin table, no one was being quite so subtle. Draco was getting many admiring compliments from the Slytherin girls about his black jeans and white tank top, which showed off his muscles and made him look incredibly sexy (A/N: I want Draco Malfoy! He is so hot! Tom Felton! I wouldn't turn down ol' Sevvie, either, but that's beside the point- Draco is HOT!). He was really enjoying himself. He usually got lots of attention, but at this point he felt like he was a movie star. Then Pansy Parkinson walked in, wearing a red rocker miniskirt and a black tank top that would have been a vest except it held together with a row of safety pins going all the way down the front of the skirt. She was also wearing knee-high black boots.
Draco couldn't take his eyes off her; he had never seen any girl look so sexy. Most people probably would have said she looked $l*tty, but Draco thought she looked hot, and he probably wouldn't have cared even if he had thought that she looked $l*tty. "Hey Draco," she said, running a finger down his bare arm, "Like my outfit?"
"Wow," he said, practically drooling, "you look very hot. I think there's only one way I would like that outfit better!" (A/N: Yes, people with their minds in the gutter, we all know what Draco is hinting at, okay? D@mn, Pansy is lucky) Pansy smiled, blinking her big blue eyes. "Well, I guess we can wait and see what happens on the show," she said, wetting her lips, "I sure hope I get paired with you. we would have a lot of fun at the dance." Draco was practically wetting his pants. His dad was right to tell him to stick with her. She was totally hot, and funny, and she could ask a guy out or show that she liked him without making him do all the work.
Unfortunately for Draco, the moment Pansy wrapped her arms around his neck, Professor Snape walked by. "Mr. Malfoy, Miss Parkinson, if you could please keep your hands off each other until an appropriate time, I'm sure everyone else would greatly appreciate it. 5 points from Slytherin for each of you," he said silkily. Pansy removed her arms from Draco's neck, and he stood there pouting. Professor Snape hardly ever took points off of his own house; he must be in a really foul mood.
And on top of that, if Draco couldn't kiss Pansy in the Great Hall, where could he kiss her? It would be difficult to on Blind Date (A/N: It's not really going to be aired in the muggle world as a show, but I guess it will be videoed for students to see at Professor Dumbledore's discretion. So don't mind me if I refer to it as a show) tonight, considering Professor Dumbledore had gone and invited his father. What kind of an idiot would invite his dad, Lucius Malfoy of all people, and his mom, to participate in a show like Blind Date? He sincerely hoped that this didn't mean that his parents would be attending the dance. Both of them were all right on their own, but when they were together, they were incredibly annoying. And he also sincerely hoped that no one would think it was funny to spike the punch like at the last dance they had had. His parents together at a dance when they were pissed (drunk) would not be a pretty picture. And they would ruin all the fun he could have with Pansy. How easy would it be to sneak off to the Slytherin dormitories with Mr. Malfoy's eagle eye on him all the time?
During dinner, every table was abuzz with talking about the show. Neville had perked up a little bit at the prospect of standing next to Susan Bones in the crowd, so even he was excited. But everyone in the show was nervous too, although some showed it more than others. As dinner was ending, Sirius Black and Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy came into the Great Hall and sat down next to Professor Lupin, Professor Snape, and Professor Sinistra. They were the six adults that would be participating. Dumbledore started laughing at the thought of it.
After a minute, he banged his spoon on his goblet. It took the students awhile, but finally they had all directed their attention to Dumbledore. "Students and teachers, welcome to a night that will surely go down in Hogwarts history. Hogwarts version of Blind Date will in fact be taking place tonight in the Gryffindor Common Room," he began, "It will be taking place there not because of house bias, but because it is the biggest common room. Don't panic if you think everyone won't fit, because your other teachers and I have made sure that you will. The dance that will be taking place in response to this evening will be held the night after tomorrow. I must ask that if you are participating in the show that you spend at least half of your evening with the person you get matched with. It is up to you if you want to do this in a group or alone. If you aren't participating, feel free to find yourself a date. Once again, I must thank Fred and George Weasley for their creative genius. And without further ado, if all the students, professors, guests, and Lee Jordan that are participating in the show will please follow Professor McGonagall. The rest of you may come with me to the common room if you should so desire. Let the fun begin!"
