Gryffindor House has always been one of the rowdiest ones of Hogwarts. So it wasn’t really a surprise when the sounds of firecrackers echoed through the dorm in the middle of the night—though Filch would be rather pissed all the same.

Wriothesley grinned at you, tossing you one of the devices for troublemaking he was holding.

“Let’s go bomb Filch’s office,” he suggested, wriggling his brows playfully. “I’ll get you chocolates frogs for your help.”

You laughed softly, nudging him. “Promise?”