Peony sighed, and cleared her throat. "My name's Peony Tan," she said, in something like a monotone. "I'm in my Sixth Year, I'm-" She gestured at her tie. "- a Ravenclaw." Did she have to tell all these people why she was in this club?

You can always lie about it.

Once upon a time, Peony had wondered if the Voice was something like a Conscience. Rapidly, she had soon discovered, the very opposite might be true. "I'm here to enjoy myself - and hopefully learn something along the way."

Well, that was partly true.