Benjy sauntered into the Great Hall, hands deep in his robe pockets and an almost, but not quite, soppy grin on his face. He headed straight for his fellow seventh years at the Ravenclaw table, only to find them...well, not as happy as he was. He glanced between them and the guy apparently guarding and random guy at the end of the table.

"Okay," he said uneasily, "what memo did I miss?"