"In the secret lounge," Pete said, cursing the four inches Spencer had on him. He had to settle for tossing his hair out of his eyes and setting his shoulders as scornfully as possible. "Bring your second. I'll provide the goats."
Absolute nonsense, of course, but better for the students to worry about what they could possibly be doing with goats than checking under their beds at night for ravenous house elves.