Thiiiiiiis was the last entrance. The grand entrance. The entrance with a Sophie on his back. Mo galloped through the doors, adjusting the not-really-but-just-slightly-too-big-for-this third year as he headed toward the Ravenclaw table.

Ravenclaw was where it was AT. At least for a few more hours, and then it was at the train. And then it was at... his house. And then who knew?

"Ready for this, baby bird? Your admirers await."