End of Term Feast?!

WHERE HAD THE TERM GONE?!!?!??!!!

Jez skidded to a halt at the Ravenclaw table, not exactly looking her tidiest. That look had been quite common on her lately. After her talk with Pam in the dorms, she'd tried get to sleep, but an hour of tossing and turning later, she had realised it was impossible. So she'd slipped quietly out of bed and gone to the Room of Requirement. Again. How many night trips had she made there this term without Nate? Too many to remember. She knew he'd probably be worried if she told him she'd gone by herself, so she'd kept her trap shut. Nate and Pam had enough to worry about.
Jez seated herself near some other second-years, brushing her hair behind her ears and trying very hard not to fall asleep.