The common room was practically empty, apart from a few seventh years sat around the fireplace, drinking what smelt like mint tea. They watched him curiously, as he disappeared up the stairs that lead to the fifth years dormitory. He expected that they would all already be in bed, except perhaps for Ron, who would probably wait up for him. What he hadn’t expected, was for Neville and Dean to be holding back Seamus and Ron, who were both doing their level best to throw themselves at the other, but as they were unable too, they had settled instead for screaming at the top of their lungs at one another.