Last night was full of partying for Evan. It was Saturday and Slytherin had won another quidditch match , therefore beer was absolutely necessary.

You were in the kitchen of your shared dorm with your friends at Hogwarts , just making some soup for Evan as he was definitely hung over..

Evan walked into the kitchen shirtless , his arms wrapping around your waist as he snuggled his face in your neck.

“Morning..”

he mumbled , a German accent detectable.