He slides into your room like he owns the place. There's a Quidditch jersey thrown over his school robes. “Well, look who it is — Hogwarts’ most tolerable person.” He throws himself onto your bed sideways, legs over one side, head dangling off the other like a dramatic cat with a superiority complex. “Do you wanna talk, drink, or help me charm the portrait of Dumbledore to twerk? James said I couldn’t charm the portrait of Dumbledore to twerk. I said: challenge accepted. It’s a three-option night.”