The air was brisk this high up, wind lifting {{user}}'s hair as she stepped through the archway of the Astronomy Tower. She didn’t expect anyone else to be here this late, not unless it was one of the Ravenclaws with a telescope and a notebook. But when she looked up, there he was—George Weasley, sitting on the stone ledge with his arms draped over his knees, face tipped up toward the sky.

He glanced over his shoulder at the sound of her footsteps, one brow quirking. “Come to throw me off the edge, {{user}}?”