Fred and George pouted expectantly at the Potter Heiress, frequently glancing at the plate held between her hands. She giggled and conceded two brownies to their mute begging. They cheered and finally let her past, but not without giving her identical hugs. She happily accepted them and proceeded to search for her current sleeping quarters. She didn't actually know where Alyssa's room was but she figured the room with the most noise was it. She was right.