The next morning, Blair needed to will her body out of bed. The party that had taken place in the common room yesterday went way into the night, ending at four in the morning. While Jasper was able to retreat upstairs at midnight and snuggle into her covers, Blair stayed downstairs until the last person decided that it was time to retire to their dormitory. Everyone actually forgot what they were celebrating and continued partying into the early hours of the morning. At some point, someone had brought in fire-whiskey and alcoholic Butterbeer (Blair suspected Fred). Those were consumed immediately and most people were needed to be guided up to their rooms. Blair was sensible and only had two shots of fire-whiskey, but considering how sickly she felt in the morning, she suspected she had been poured more than that.

"There she is! The party animal!" Nancy's voice pounded inside Blair's head and she groaned into her pillow. The zombie-like noise caused Jasper to poke his head out from being buried into his tail and look to his owner, soon getting up and padding towards her.

"What time is it?" Blair said crankily, Jasper bopping his nose against her fingers that gripped the duvet.

"Nearly nine."

"Why are you waking me so early? It's Sunday."

"We have that meeting in The Hog's Head, remember?"

Whether Nancy was invited by Hermione or not, Blair didn't bother asking how she knew about that. She only knew that she was tired and wanted nothing more than to sleep the entire day away. She vaguely remembered the Gryffindors heading back to their common room at three in the morning, Fred stumbling out with the reluctant help from Ginny. George was thankfully completely competent and said he'd get his siblings back to the Gryffindor tower safely. She remembered him kissing her forehead and mumbling a loving farewell, before disappearing out the room and leaving her to deal with the few Ravenclaws that refused to head upstairs.

"Come on, star player! I want to at least get breakfast," Nancy persisted, grabbing Jasper off of Blair's bed and putting him on hers so that she could rip the duvet back.

Ravenclaw wouldn't be having another Quidditch match until after the match between Slythering and Hufflepuff. They would then verse Gryffindor, which should be interesting. Blair had never focused on the Gryffindor team and its players before meeting George and the entire group. She was giddy to experience what events were bound to happen with both Fred and George on the opposite team; them being Beaters was even more interesting. But Blair was glad that there was no possibility of more Ravenclaw celebration parties until then. She was ready to have her quiet common room back.

Heading into the Great Hall, Blair decided to sit at the Ravenclaw table for breakfast. She sat with Nancy, Mina and Poppy who also stated that they'd be attending the private meeting at The Hog's Head. They had been told by Terry Boot, who had been told by Hermione to only invite those who were willing to be sensible and take the topic of teaching real defence spells seriously. Other students like Padma Patil and Michael Corner would also be tagging along to listen to what the meeting was going to be about.

"When are you going to make up some more of those potions?" Mina questioned, munching into her French toast.

"I forgot about that. I was going to try making some more last night..." Blair pondered aloud, pushing her fruit salad around and sipping her tea that she hoped would perk her up. She remembered Fred and George's offer to start selling the potion in order to have a steady ingredient income system, rather than stealing from Professor Snape's sacred collection. At this point, it seemed like the only option. It was only a matter of time before people start returning to her for a fresh batch and she would hate to deny students that were obviously in need of a cure to their pain.

"I don't think that there's ever been a Head Girl who's ran a potion cartel inside of Hogwarts," Poppy voiced with a smirk.

"It's not a cartel," Blair defended, but deflated when she realised that it indeed was. "The twins did offer to start ordering supplies for me. But then I'd have to start charging people for the potion..."

"So? If it works, I think you should make some money from it. I thought you handing it out for free was unfair in the first place," Mina shrugged. "I think what you've made it amazing. But nothing is free. People should know that."

Blair still believed that she should spend the day thinking it over. She still wanted to help those who suffered from Umbridge's detentions, but she was at a standstill with what to make the potions with. Professor Snape, no matter how much he favourited her, wouldn't be happy that his personal supplies was being used for something outside of the classroom. But was it cruel to put a price on something that was helping others?

After breakfast, the Ravenclaws headed out of the Great Hall and out towards the Wizarding village. The heavy snowfall that was said to happen overnight was evident, as the grounds and entirety of the castle was covered in a thick blanket of white. Hogsmeade looked magical with the snow falling on to its adorable roofs and its lampposts frosting with their lights beaming down the path. It reminded Blair of why she loved winter so much and indulged in the cold air that made her pale cheeks flush and give her a healthy glow.

The Hog's Head pub was located outside of the main shops of the village and didn't have any cute lampposts leading up to its door. The entire pub's aura was shady with a real hog's head mounted over its wooden sign. The girls wondered why Hermione Granger would choose such a place for a meeting of school students. But then they supposed that their discussion would do well to be left between them only, as the word could easily get back to Professor Umbridge.

Climbing up the steep hill, the four came in contact with a large group that had been heading to the same place for the same reason. They spotted people they knew and were able to combine their groups, making them feel safer and less afraid about being in such a dodgy part of the village. Blair was able to spot the two redheads that stood above the rest with their dreadlocked friend; all three of them carrying a bag that had the Zonko's Joke Shop label across it.

Blair sneaked up behind the three and was able to identify which was her boyfriend by the deeper voice that flowed out of the redhead on the right. She jumped up and wrapped her arms around his shoulder, heaving her weight up on to his back and making him yelp loudly. With his Beater reflexes, George was able to grab her knees and hoist them up to be level with his waist.

"Merlin, warn me when you do that," he playfully scolded, keeping Blair securely in a piggy-back style.

"Be grateful that this one-" Lee started as he pointed a finger at George before moving it to Fred. "-wasn't like this one, this morning. You both would have suffered a shivery end."

"If she tried to jump on me, I'd let her fall," Fred grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest and hanging his head low to hide the purple bags that were under his eyes.

"Well good thing I never would" Blair shrugged, leaning her head against George's while sending Fred an overly innocent smile. Fred scowled at her and pulled his beanie over his face, walking blindly and stumbling into the fourth year that was in front of him.

Entering the pub, George let Blair's feet drop to the floor and took her hand instead, heading up to the bar. The barmen looked put out to have so many youngsters come into his pub regardless of the fact that there were only two people already inside. One hooded witch sat by the fireplace and barely turned around when the group of twenty-six Hogwarts students flooded to the bar. The wizard that sat at the bar side-eyed Fred and George who stepped up to talk to the barmen, Blair having the unfortunate opportunity at being next to him.

"Can we have... twenty-six Butterbeers please?" Fred chimed, counting the many heads that flocked towards Harry, Ron and Hermione who sat at the far end of the pub.

The barmen threw down his dirty rag that he was cleaning with and reached under the bar, pulling out some dusty bottles of the sweetness. Blair shivered as the side-eyeing wizard next to her continued to stare at them, making her gulp and shuffle closer to George. While Fred told the group to pay for their own drinks, George noticed Blair's shuffling figure and turned down to look at her. He was confused to see her clutching at his coat sleeve before looking up towards the man next to her, seeing his mouth pulled into a deep scowl and his eyes in their corners, eyeing them with a look George didn't like.

"Come on," he whispered into her ear and pulled her away from the bar, handing Fred some of his money to pay for both his and her drink. Blair didn't argue for once and was relieved to be away from the wizard, hoping that he was just a grumpy old man who didn't like kids. But still, he was creepy enough for her to feel uncomfortable.

Once everyone had a bottle of Butterbeer in their hands and was seated, Hermione stood up from her chair and swept her eyes nervously over the group. Everyone stared expectantly up at her, hoping for some invigorating speech. Blair was seated next to George and Lee, playing with the bottle in her hand and glancing towards the man who still sat at the bar. She was glad to see that he hadn't moved and was now facing away from them, easing her from her past suspicions.

"Um... hi," Hermione stated. Most of the group were looking at Harry, who sat with his head lowered and his lips pinched together, showing that wasn't happy to be here at all.

"You all know why we're here," she started again. "We need a teacher. A proper teacher who will teach us real magic. What we are being taught... won't help us in the real world."

"Why?" Zacharias Smith interrupted, causing everyone to turn to him.

"Because You Know Who's back, you tosspot," Ron sneered.

"How do you know? Because he says?" Smith pointed at Harry who was minding his own business.

"Because Dumbledore says," Hermione fought.

"Because Dumbledore says 'cos he says? What we need is proof. If we were to know what really happened last year with Cedric..."

Everyone watched the dispute with eyes in a tennis match; flying back and forth between the three at the front and the Hufflepuff who decided his opinion should be heard. Most were annoyed at his intervention as they were here to listen about Hermione and Harry's idea of learning what they needed to defend themselves. But then again, the mention of getting some answers on what Harry witnessed with Cedric last year was intriguing. Blair admitted that she bit her tongue at the mention of Cedric but yearned to hear something from Harry's lips. However, she didn't approve of Zacharias's tactics.

"Look, if you're here to hear me talk about Cedric, you might as well clear out now," Harry stood from his seat, his jaw clenched and his clear eyes troubled. "That's not what this meeting is about at all."

"Is it true you can produce the Patronus charm?"

The airy voice of Luna Lovegood caused the attention of everyone to be diverted to the side of the pub. Luna Lovegood had platinum blonde hair and always had a dreamy glaze in her eyes. Most would say she was downright barmy with all her claims to Nargles flying around in your brain and the return of the extinct animal, the erumpent.

"Yes. I've seen it," Hermione admitted, giving Harry a small smile.

"Blimey Harry, I didn't know you could do that," Dean Thomas gasped.

"And he killed the Basilisk! With the sword in Dumbledore's office!" Neville exclaimed.

"And in his third year, he fought off about a hundred Dementors at once!" Ron helped.

"And he really did fight off You Know Who last year," Hermione finished.

"Yeah, so why don't you shut it," George spoke up, throwing a finger in Zacharias's direction. "Or we'll be happy to use other methods to make sure you're not just here to talk shit."

Fred pulled a pointy, odd looking object out of his Zonko's shopping bag and grinned evilly at the Hufflepuff, making his shuffle in his seat and his complexion wash to the colour of parchment. But regardless of everyone's praises, Harry still looked troubled and discouraged. Blair now realised how much different he looked from last year. She hadn't talked to him all that much since then, but it allowed her to see the changes he had undergone. She wasn't sure if anyone else noticed, but he looked tired and his eyes were constantly swimming with angst.

"Look, it all sounds... great when you say it like that," he spoke again. "But I nearly always had help with that stuff. It's not like in school. In school, when you make a mistake, you can just try again tomorrow. But when you're out there and seconds away from being murdered, or you're watching a friend die right in front of your eyes... you don't know what that's like."

"You're right, Harry. We don't," Hermione said after a moment of tense silence. "That's why we need to learn if we even want a chance at beating... Voldemort..."