[He smiled and motioned to the refreshment table. Yeah, he still hadn't been able to spike the punch. The damn guidance counsellor had been watching him like a hawk since his presence was made. To be fair, he could just... cloak himself, but where was the fun in that?]

You have a whole year, Miss Darcy, and then some, I'm sure. Take your time. What year does the lovely honey bee call her home room?