Kieran pushed the door to the Augurey open with all the air of a returning conquerer, with copies of the day's Daily Prophet folded under his arm. "Hello!" he announced to the bar, as if he owned the place — he was so confident that his friends would be here that he didn't mind catching some strangers' attention in the meantime.

"Who's ready to vote?" Kieran called, heading up to the bar. He was half as excited about the voting for women as he was to be in such a prominent place in the Prophet's pages.