"What, like this one?" Wayne reached out for a doorknob--the same classroom he'd contemplated going to before. Fortunately for the intrepid Hufflepuffs, the door opened with a minimum of effort. He slid inside, making sure not to bonk his guitar against the door jamb, to make sure the coast was clear, and motioned for Megan to come inside.
The room was relatively small, but set up for something like a NEWT-level Divination class, with well-cushioned bench seats and small tables for tarot readings and crystal-gazing. Wayne set his guitar down next to one of the benches and scooted over enough to allow Megan to sit.
"It makes me sad to be an only child," he said. "Not like my mum or dad would ever try to send me any contraband like this."