They followed Professor McGonagall across the flagged stone floor. Harry could hear the drone of hundreds of voices from a doorway to the right — the rest of the school must already be here — but Professor McGonagall showed the first years into a small, empty chamber off the hall. They crowded in, standing rather closer together than they probably would usually; Hermione was so close Harry could feel her trembling. He barely stopped himself yanking his robes away when her fingers settled into his sleeve, eyes wide and frightened. 