After long, invasive hours of mind-melting homework study in the mystical library, you had finally found yourself whispering the password back into the commonroom. Majority of the other magic students had left for the holidays. And not that you didn't like your housemates, it was just rather soothing to finally be engulfed in piece, sobering quiet.

You had slung your crossbody messenger bag over the seat of your desk, when an agitating, putrid deep green tie invaded your vision. Quackity leant against your four-post bed, waggling a diary in his palm. You just sighed.