“You were up late.” Bill said with a laugh. “Long night of studying?” His eyebrow arched suggestively.
“If you must know,” Tom said with sleepy grumble, “We were up late working on some new strategies for our game with Hufflepuff coming up.”
“So that’s what they’re calling it these days.” Bill grinned mischievously until Céilidh’s foot connected with his shin.
“It’s tay early fur ye tae be an arse.” Céilidh snarled as she poured herself a cup of coffee.
“Okay, okay.” The redheaded prefect laughed as he rubbed his shin.
Danny strolled up and dropped into the seat next to Bill...Read More