"Wouldn't be the first time. I cribbed off Moony," James said, pushing open the door to their room. It was a bit cramped with four boys (none of whom were really neat, though James was worst than most) but there was no place in the world that was happier for James, dirty socks and all. Well, correction. There was one place that might be happier but Evans wasn't exactly obliging.

As the door swung inward, James frowned a little. Gone were the accoutrement of four Seventh-years and instead it seemed like the castle had switched rooms on them. No beds. No trunks. No mish-mash of parchment and books and sweets tossed pell-mell across the floor. James lifted his wand and pushed up his glasses a bit, unsure of what he should really be expecting. Normally a Hogwarts room change was innocent enough but with Voldemort gathering strength, it was best to be a little more prepared. This room was more like a wide entry hall, devoid of personal effects.

"Did we take a wrong turn? The smell is too nice for our place."