Ron-Weasly book 2. part 3

"The password?" the lady asked, seeing us very close.

"Mmm..." said Harry, as if remembering. We didn't know the new password, because we hadn't seen Percy yet. But help arrived immediately. There were quick footsteps behind us, and we turned to see Hermione chasing after us.

"It's you! Where have you been? There is a ridiculous rumor that you were expelled for allegedly crashing a flying car."

"No, we haven't been expelled," Harry assured her.

"I hope you're not saying that you flew to school...."

Hermione sounded like Professor McGonagall.

"Save the lecture for another time. Tell me the password instead!" I demanded impatiently. I don't feel like sleeping.

"Turkey, but that's not the main thing..." Hermione was clearly angry.

Her words, however, were drowned out by the thunder of applause: the door with the lady opened, and we found ourselves on the threshold of the Common living room. The entire faculty seemed to be awake. The room was crowded, and there were even rickety chairs and rickety tables. They've obviously been waiting for us for a long time. Dozens of hands reached out to us and dragged us inside through the entrance marked by the portrait. Hermione squeezed in after him.

"Amazing!" Lee Jordan shouted. "Brilliant! What a comeback! Crash into a Rattling Willow tree! The school won't forget this for a hundred years!"

"Well done!" some fifth-year student praised.

Someone tapped me on the shoulder. Fred and George made their way to the front row through the crowd.

"Why didn't you invite us? We could easily come back!"

I blushed and smiled guiltily. Harry nudged me in the side and nodded at the prefect. Percy was moving toward us, ready to tell us what he thought of us. I immediately assessed the situation.

"We're very tired, let's go upstairs." I said, and our couple, pushing aside the crowd, rushed to the end of the hall, to the door to the stairs leading to the bedrooms.

"While." Harry waved at Hermione, who looked almost as reproachful as Percy.

Accompanied by enthusiastic cheers and friendly pats on the back, we finally reached the landing. The door slammed shut behind us, and a blissful silence enveloped us. We almost ran upstairs. Our bedroom was right under the roof, and now there was a sign on the door that read "2nd year." We entered a familiar round room with tall narrow windows, in which there were five beds under velvet curtains. The suitcases had already been brought in, and they were waiting for the owners at the foot of the beds, I looked at Harry in embarrassment.

"I know there's nothing to be happy about and all that... but..."

The door flew open, and three sophomores ran into the bedroom: Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, and Neville Longbottom.

"Unbelievable!" Seamus beamed.

"Fantastic!" Dean chimed in.

"Amazing!" Neville finished, his eyes burning with horror and delight.

My mouth opened into a satisfied smile of its own accord.