They're
finally selling Pumpkin Spice at the coffee stall in the Atrium.
[OLIVER]Option A: Continue to utilize your voice to speak out, court danger, inspire the masses. Consent to an armed security guard. Preferably someone who got an O on their NEWTs or their continental equivalents, with zero ties to England and nothing to lose when it comes to Blood status.
Option B: Play Quidditch and be quiet. You cannot die.
[ANGELINA, ROGER, ALICIA, OLIVER, KATIE]I don't run your club's PR, but I assume you know they'll all be watching to see what comes next from this. Please, for the love of Godric, be careful. Let me know if I can help you.
Start a scholarship in Wadcock's name.
[GEORGE]Hi.
[PENELOPE]You're getting a daily check in whether you like it or not.