No one is expecting him to be awake at four in the morning. No one, in fact, is expecting him to be awake before around seven in the morning, it appears. The dorms' silence is only broken by the soft snores, and the common room doesn't have even that.
And at this moment Dumbledore clinks a fork against his glasses, and the Great Hall falls silent.
"Good evening! I hope you have all had a splendid first few weeks!
"Now, I have an announcement. It is an old rule that first years cannot join Quidditch teams. This rule dates from when Quidditch games—and being a wizard, in general—were much more dangerous than they are nowadays. So, I say, it is time to get rid of this rule!"
"It is still the case that first years are less experienced and skilled, however, so before you're allowed to try out Madam Hooch will need to clear you. If you're interested, talk to her, and talk to your House's team captain. They will be able to tell you what you'll need to do.
"That was all. Bon appetit!"
Conversation's dominated by firsties who want to try out and arguing about which position they'd be best at and whatnot. They're still talking about it by the time they've gotten back to the common room.
...that isn't good.
Victor, with Muninn on his shoulder, goes down to check the portrait in case Neville is stuck on the other side.
There's Neville, who starts when he sees Victor. "I thought you were Filch. Oh did you let the portrait close—" Yep. Slump. "I forgot the password, and the Fat Lady went out..."
"The password's 'pig snout'."
He contemplates the portraitless portrait.
"I suppose we should wait for her..."
Hmm...
"Muninn," he says, "can you find her and tell her there are students stuck in the corridor?"