Harry was sat peering up at the banner, his arms crossed over his chest, and a butterbeer untouched in front of him. The room around him was full of conversation to the point where Harry could barely hear himself think. Draco was in deep discussion with the twins again, this time joined by Mundungus, no doubt selling the twins something illegal. Hermione and Ginny were with Tonks, giggling happily as the Auror changed her appearance on demand for them. Kingsley and Arthur had their heads together, debating something passionately but quietly. And Remus was listening with a patient expression to whatever had Moody’s eye swinging round and round relentlessly, occasionally giving his own opinion.