Eeny meany miney moe.

Yeah, that's how Heather was deciding which group to go with after eliminating Professor Flamsteed for obvious, ice cream related reasons. It may have been a little childish, but it was a pinch situation. And Mr. Kitridge was it. Heather hurried forward and grabbed ahold of the orange blanket before feeling the tugging behind her belly button that meant that the portkey was working.

Here we go!