Islay had delicately thrust her bag on the table the moment she had found a spot to study. Hers, it wasn’t in the middle of the room, no, it was in a corner where hopefully a camera flash or two wouldn’t drive anyone absolutely mental. It had taken her more time than usual to arrive, of course, with the whole stairs being regular stairs thing.

Really, They were lucky that the moving staircases hadn’t stopped moving in precarious places – even if she had had to climb to the fifth floor, down a different set of stairs and through merlin knows how many corridors to get here. She was lucky, of course, that this was one of those places she was quite acquainted with.

“sorry everyone,” the Gryffindor thrust her hand through her hair as she tossed it into a loose bun. She was going to make her flat newt look like a studious flat newt.