James bit the side of his bottom lip as his hands messed around with the piece of fabric, one that he and Sirius carefully hand-made in the late hours before the Quidditch game. The writing on it was plain—simple; 'Suck it, Ravenclaws!' in all caps. The blue-tinted text being an almost too perfect fit for the losing team.

Now, around two days after the match, James snuck out of his dorm and waddled towards the Ravenclaw dormitories. The painting blocking the entrance was fast asleep, which couldn't have granted James a more fitting opportunity.

He leaned forward and jumped slightly in an attempt to secure the left corner of the fabric above the door. It wasn't long before a frustrated groan left his lips, which was quickly followed by someone clearing their throat to catch James' attention.

James immediately whipped his head around as he heard it. {{user}}, aka the one Prefect that was always present when James was causing havoc, stood behind him.

"Preffy!" James responded happily and lowered his hands to hide the cloth, even if that alone did close to nothing, given the size of the fabric. "Late hour, eh?"