Open to anyone!
Where there's a cacophony, there's Sylvie Fawcett. Hence why I am in the Great Hall as everything is going down.
At first it doesn't look too good for my neighbours, and that Filch is going to get his finest dream come true, but then suddenly they make an exit to make any Ottery St. Catchpoler proud and I'm clapping and cheering and not even thinking about the fact that they're going to miss their NEWTs (which, to a Ravenclaw, is practically unthinkable).
"You know what?" I say to the person next to me with a smirk, "I do believe Summer Term might be good after all."
I'll make sure to get an Owl to their new place straight off. I don't have much money, but hell, this is worth spending the knuts I have left on!