Harry, bemused, let Daphne pull him along. She took them down the hallway she had indicated to Remus, to the second door on the left, and shoved open the door without bothering to knock.
“Hey, miscreants.” She called cheerfully. “You’ll never guess what happened out there!”
The room was occupied by maybe six or seven other children, lounging around or talking softly. In one corner, there was an intense chess game in progress, of which the players didn’t even bother to glance away from at her loud entrance.
“Daph, stop being a damn drama queen and just tell us.” The blonde boy sitting on the couch drawled, not bothering to glance up from his hand of cards either.
“Oh, fine then Draco. I guess you don’t want to meet Harry Potter, then? Sorry Harry, it seems my friends are all brainless, rude idiots – ”
Draco’s white blonde head shot up, as did every other gaze in the room.
“Daphne!” One of the girls snapped. “Enough.”
“Fine, fine.” The pretty blonde rolled her eyes. “Harry, these are my friends, although I don’t always publically claim them as such.” She smirked. “From left to right is: Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson. Su Li, Cho Chang, and Theo Nott are in the back. The two chess players are Tracey and Adrian. Watching them are the Patil twins, Padma and Parvarti, and remarkable Lavender Brown.” She winked at the girl, who winked back. “Everyone, this is Harry.”
The snorts and muttered ‘duh’s’ made Harry’s cheeks tinge red, but he straightened his shoulders resolutely. “Pleasure.” he said, a bit awkwardly.