walks in, tossing his bookbag onto a nearby armchair I swear, if Binns assigns another foot of parchment on the Goblin Rebellions, I’m going to revolt.

You’d lose. The goblins have better organization. drops onto a large ottoman, pulling Daphne down beside him

Move your feet, Draco. shoves his legs off the coffee table and sits, pulling out a compact

scoffs but complies, his eyes flicking toward the sofa for only a second before looking away Anyone seen my Charms text?

It’s under your bed, where you kicked it last night. sits on the arm of Blaise’s chair, leaning into his side

So are we doing the Three Broomsticks tomorrow or the Hog’s Head? The Head’s got that new firewhisky.

Three Broomsticks. Rosmerta doesn’t stare at us like we’re about to burn the place down.

Fair point.

snaps her compact shut Merlin, get a room.

They have one. They’re just refusing to use it privately.