It took Peter a few minutes longer than usual to figure out the answer to the riddle so he could enter the Ravenclaw common room. Sometimes it really was tiresome that they didn't just have a password like the other houses. Finally he arrived at the answer and was let in. 

Glancing around the dim room, he saw the figures hunched in the corner, and quietly made his way over to them. He wasn't really sure that anyone wanted younger students there, but his natural curiosity got the better of him, and besides, he'd finished his homework, so he legitimately had little to do before curfew. Anyway, he'd heard any Ravenclaw could come, and he definitely fit that description.

Peter joined the outside fringe of students, and cocked his head to the side to hear better. Elliot Haddock was already talking. 

"So what do you all say? Are we safe now that the Ministry deems we are? Is the threat really gone just because You-Know-Who seems to be dead?"

Silence hung for a moment as the Ravenclaws glanced at each other. The downside of being part of a house full of intelligent and often analytic thinkers was that it sometimes took a while before anyone would speak. Peter certainly wasn't going to be the first one to speak. Besides, he'd barely heard all of the sixth year's opening remarks, and didn't want to say anything stupid. 

But he was curious to see what happened, and wasn't opposed to taking action of some kind --well, depending on the action proposed.