"She gave it to You? Excellent! Listen, can I still have a go on it? Tomorrow?" 

"Yeah... anything," said Harry, his heart lighter than it had been in a month. "You know what -- we should make up with Hermione.... She was only trying to help...."

"About fucking time," Amelia grumbled.

 "Yeah, all right," said Ron. "She's in the common room how working, for a change --" 

They turned into the corridor to Gryffindor Tower and saw Neville Longbottom, pleading with Sir Cadogan, who seemed to be refusing him entrance. 

"I wrote them down!" Neville was saying tearfully. "But I must've dropped them somewhere!" 

"A likely tale!" roared Sir Cadogan. Then, spotting Harry and Ron: "Good even, my fine young yeomen! Come clap this loon in irons. He is trying to force entry to the chambers within!" 

"Oh, shut up," said Ron as he and Harry drew level with Neville. Amelia curtsied to Sir Cadogan, who bowed in return, before turning to face Neville.

"I've lost the passwords!" Neville told them miserably. "I made him tell me what passwords he was going to use this week, because he keeps changing them, and now I don't know what I've done with them!" 

"Oddsbodikins," said Harry to Sir Cadogan, who looked extremely disappointed and reluctantly swung forward to let them into the common room. There was a sudden, excited murmur as every head turned and the next moment, Harry was surrounded by people exclaiming over his Firebolt. 

"Where'd you get it, Harry?" 

"Will you let me have a go?"  "Have you ridden it yet, Harry?" 

"Ravenclaw'll have no chance, they're all on Cleansweep Sevens!"

"Hay!" shouted Amelia with a stomp of her foot.