Leaving my room, I hurriedly passed by several Ravenclaws who were busy reading or chatting amongst themselves. I really didn’t want to be waylaid on my way to the gate. It wouldn’t be a surprise if some of my fellow ravens asked about the DADA meeting. Under normal circumstances, I would answer those questions. There was too much on my mind. I had to somehow make it through the date and the meeting without becoming a nervous wreck. By the time I was done talking to myself about all the possibilities of what could go wrong, I was outside of the castle and halfway to the gate. 