She'd been doing a lot of reading of late, but not much that she would consider as being for fun. So she figured heading to the book club might be just the ticket. Or a distraction, at least.

And talking of a distraction, it looked like she wasn't the only one who needed one. She quietly slipped into the chair next to the Head Boy, though didn't see the need to break into whatever he was thinking about. It looked like he was grappling with something difficult, whatever it was. NEWTs perhaps?

As for the wardrobe? Nope, she had nothing.