On Monday morning, Harry headed down to the common room with a familiar nervous tingle - anxious to see if any new Educational Decree’s had been announced since the night before. He was practically tiptoeing down the stairs, holding his breath as he went. Upon reaching the common room however, he released his breath in a whoosh of relief. There were no students gathered around the notice board, wringing their hands anxiously about their gobstones clubs, or charms study groups - he rushed forward until his nose was nearly brushing the notice board, and he found that there was nothing of note on there at all. He grinned madly (and a few first years gave him a wide berth) - the Three Broomsticks had been the right choice after all.  