Eddie pulled his wand out of the cauldron mid-stir, and with a flick of his wrist he watched as all the papers and books on the table began arrange themselves in neat stacks. "I'll be right out," he bellowed over the noise of shuffling papers. Realizing he was wearing the same clothes from the pub, he scoured his room for something "nice" to wear. Shoving hoodies aside he found a baseball tee in the back of his closet. It wasn't the nicest shirt he owned but it was clean and he knew he looked good in it. Shedding the gym shorts he had on for a pair of dark jean he took a deep breath and walked into the common room to see Romilda standing there.