The cold stone of the Hogwarts Hall floors were shocking to the bare flesh of your feet. It was an ungodly hour of the night, and every other student was asleep.

George’s hand was locked tight around your hip, letting you guide him across the moonlit campus.

Your cat had conveniently fled from your dorm room, just as you’d decided to go to sleep. Your boyfriend, George, had taken it upon himself to go search with you.

‘To fight off the House Ghosts’, as the red head so bravely put it.