It took them quite a while to get back to the terminal, because, well . . . Emma didn't have a clue as to where she was going. Sophie could have sworn the girl had spent ten whole minutes standing in the middle of the bustling airport hitting herself in the head, crying "THINK!" Of course it didn't take nearly that long, and Sophie was a bit bias toward the girl in the first place. She wasn't the one who wanted to ask for directions!

After an immense amount of apologizing from Emma, and asking one of the "friendlier-than-they-looked" security guards for help, they did end up finding their way back. Despite all of that, and an awful lot of scolding from the mothers (and grandmothers!), everyone made it to the tour bus on time to embark on the long and uneventful journey to the hotel.

"Merlin's beard, this room's tiny!" Ella exclaimed upon entering the room she, Sophie, and Ellie were to share. It was so small that the girls barely had enough room to unpack, let alone move around.

"That's New York I suppose," Ellie said with a sigh. "Everything else gets bigger, but the rooms get so much smaller. What an oxymoron!"

"An oxy-who-dy-whaty?" Sophie asked, plopping down on one of the beds and kicking of her shoes.

"You know," Ella said, "that thing where two things are contradictory but still true, so it doesn't really make all that much sense . . ."

"Oh, like a small giant?" Sophie said.

"Uh . . . sure . . ." Ella rolled her eyes. Sophie could be so dense sometimes! It's a wonder why she made it into Ravenclaw at all!

Just then Fred burst through the door.

"I just had to see if you're room was a small as ours," he said taking a look around. "Turns out it's not. Definitely smaller!"

He let out a chuckle and plopped down on top of Sophie. Not next to her, not in front of her, on her. And, ignoring Sophie's feeble attempts to push him off took out at box of Bertie's Every Flavor Beans and popped one in his mouth.

"Get . . . off . . . me!" Sophie growled, trying to kick him but to no avail.

"Sorry?" said Fred, grinning. "Did you want one?" He held up a vomit-flavored bean.

"You're heavy!" Sophie groaned.

"Oh, yeah, sorry. That was rude of me, wasn't it?" Fred stood up and shove her on the floor. "Better?" he asked.

"Aaaargh!" Sophie screeched. "I thought Ryan wasn't supposed to be coming on this trip!"

"Ah, that's where you're wrong," Fred said with a grin. "I promised Ryan before w left that I would take his place. But don't worry; I'll be the best big brother ever!"

Sophie turned to the others for help, but they were all laughing. She stormed out of the room, mumbling something about "needing to find the elevator". (It was right outside the door.)