Trixie had scarcely taken a step into the dormitory before her eyes alighted on her new prize. Dolores was helpfully trailing behind her, walking slow enough to hinder the other girls on the staircase as Trixie had told her to do, and giving her plenty of time to pull out her wand and quickly and carefully levitate the trunk in front of her old bed which was perfectly serviceable but did not have the wide window next to it or indeed the capacity to make a point as the one she dropped her trunk in front of did.

It was hers now and pocketing her wand with satisfaction she sauntered across the room as other voices joined her in the room and sat down on Miss Urquart’s old bed, bouncing gently, a sly, satisfied smile on her face.

“Well this is much more like it.”