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Susan didn't do any advertising for the party she'd planned--nobody would understand why, and she didn't feel like explaining. So she just spread munchies, punch bowls, and weird fruit trays around, left out a few cases of butterbeer and firewhiskey, and tacked a sign up over the bar that read,

PARTY (DON'T ASK, JUST DO IT).

Not that the sign was probably necessary; the Ravenclaw room seemed to throw an impromptu bash about once a week. For Susan at least it had a meaning, even if she couldn't share it.

She sat back in an armchair, a glass of firewhiskey in her hand, and waited. Sooner or later, the school's party-radar would trip, and they would come in herds.