The room ruptured into pure anarchy as everyone flew into their bags to draw their copies of the play. A couple of students looked prepared for which role and lines they wished to act out. Pansy Parkinson didn’t move a muscle from her chair and continued to examine her nail beds. Luna Lovegood was staring off at a shiny drape, humming something under her breath. Blaise Zabini leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms behind his head, clearly settling in for the show.