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“Whoa!” Turning the corner, Caius barely had enough time to react quick enough to avoid being run over by a third-year. “Stop! I could have dropped my croissant.” 

“Oh damn, not the croissant.” Alex feigned disdain at the other boy’s nearly befallen croissant. “What ever would you do without it?”

“I’d like to think so,” Rae replied. “I mean, everyone always likes what I make.”

“Do you have any of the goods on you right now or am I just gonna have to take your word for it?”

Willow giggled as she watched the student head off in the opposite direction. “I would’ve figured you’d give him a strong talking to, at the least.” She didn’t really know the older boy that well but she liked to think that she was at least friendly with most people around her age.

“Me? Oh god, no. A strong talking to, do you think I’m a cop?” Alex joked with a half-assed smile. “Nah, I usually, uh, prefect in non-traditional ways.”

“I don’t just half ass,” Laurel replied. “That’s not how I roll.”

“Eh, that’s fair. I wish I could say I was the same way, but for me, half-assing homework gets me A’s.”

“Any chance you’ve always been proficient at playing piano and also willing to teach me a classical piece before we leave for winter break? It’s a very specific request, I know, but I just need an answer.”

“I can play hot cross buns, my guy. That’s as close to a classical piece you’re gonna get.”

Sawyer held his hands up in a sort of surrender, shrugging his shoulders. “I get it,” he said, putting his hands down. “If I were a prefect, I’d probably be lenient around holidays too. And most other times, which is likely why I’m not a prefect.”

“I still dunno why they gave me this badge, it makes no sense.” Alex laughed. “I do really do care about running in the hallways, though. I’ve seen kids get their faces all fucked up from sliding into the walls and such.”

“You don’t have to explain yourself,” Savannah shrugged, adjusting her bag on her shoulder. “But do you think he knows this is a one time thing?” She asked, watching as the kid made a sharp turn, almost knocking into someone.

“He doesn’t look like one of the usual suspects, so I think he gets it. Next time I’ll hit him or something.” Alex grinned at his little joke, watching as the kid disappeared behind the wall. “Are you planning on running in the halls?”

“Uh, yeah I believe so,” she replied, looking through her bag. “I made some peanut butter ones yesterday.”

“Ooh, you’re really speaking my language now.” Alex grinned, waiting patiently for her to find the cookies. “Would you consider yourself a good baker?”

“You’re not wrong there,” Laurel replied. “I just want to play quidditch, but I feel like I have no time because of this dumb work, which I’m still going to do, but still. I mean, isn’t sixth year supposed to be easier?”

“The homework isn’t even that hard, though,” Alex said. “You could just do what half the team does and half-ass your homework and kick ass at Quidditch; that way you can do both.”

“If one day you can’t find me, and I’m just not in the kitchen, assume I’m dead, because if I’m disappeared, it’s most likely I’m baking cookies or something.”

“Do you have any cookies on you right now?” Alex couldn’t help but perk up at the mention of cookies, his appetite never quite satiated. “Because cookies are just the best.”

“Why do the professors hate us before we go off for holiday? Like I want to be in school, but I don’t want the words ‘death by homework’ written on my gravestone.”

“Because they’re sad, bitter, old people who love to see us suffer,” Alex said with a deadpan face.