The common room looked strange, full of people wearing different colors instead of the usual mass of black. Parvati was waiting for Harry at the foot of the stairs. She looked very pretty indeed, in robes of shocking pink, with her long dark plait braided with gold, and gold bracelets glimmering at her wrists. Harry was relieved to see that she wasn’t giggling. “You — er — look nice,” he said awkwardly. “Thanks,” she said. “Padma’s going to meet you in the entrance hall,” she added to Ron.
