Sam laughed at the thought of them cramming back into the car, even if she knew that it must have been magically modified to get them all here in the first place. "Better there than disturbing me OWLs studies in the common room." She wasn't against the visitors, she really wasn't, but their arrival had definitely taken her aback. And this year, she really needed to concentrate. Either on her OWL studies, or as a champion for Ravenclaw. She hoped for the latter, but she doubted she'd get it. She'd barely made the age cut off for starters. And there were other girls that were far more vocal about their desire to take part than she was. In hindsight, that probably wouldn't have been in her favour. Although, apparently being vocal didn't win friends, looking down the table to Haddie and Rooney. She knew out of the two who she'd rather put her weight behind, and it wasn't the one who called her 'Sammy'.

And at the mention of the Prefects, Sam glanced back at the students leaders sitting at both the Gryffindor table and her own. "Perhaps," she said after a while. "You're the best person I know at Defence though. All your training with yeh Uncle Sabel's gotta count for something." It depended on the sort of challenges, she supposed. Although Dora's ability with potions and language would also stand her in good stead, right?