((Sorry, that was immature of me))
Sam shook his head as he listened to the various thoughts and opinions being thrown about and finally decided to have his own say in the matter, already sick of listening to the headstrong, cocky Louis Weasley bark orders and dictate what they could and could not do. "Shut up you blundering fool," he shouted, a look of contorted anger on his face. "A student has died, a friend, and you're standing here yelling at us and telling us what to do. We're in the exact same situation as you are, you have no right to tell us what to do," he yelled, pointing at the portrait hole to emphasise his point.
"If I want to leave this common room, I will, you fire a single spell at me and I swear to god I will have Professor Wilson on your ass within seconds," he added venemously, his voice low enough that only Louis could here him.
"Gryffindors," he then said, turning back to face the bulk of the house as they stood there, some heading upstairs and some staying where they were, simply blocking out the sound of all the yelling.
"We need to stand strong at times like this," he said fiercely, "Now is not the time to divide and head to bed, ignoring the situation. We are Gryffindors, we stand and we fight, we look after each other, and we act like family," he said, his voice breaking with passion.
"Please," he said, looking at those who looked more calm and together, "Help those who are unable to cope with the loss," he said, "Now is a time to look after each other, not be fighting," he added, looking at Louis.