Charlotte had jumped as the bag had fell out of her hand at the sudden creature just coming out of nowhere. She had knelt down to pat the creature before she had looked up; letting a faint laugh pass her lips. “Your fine, he’s fine.” she promised him

“Well looky here,” he laughed, recognizing the former head girl. “Fancy bumping into you here. Well, no, not really, this is Diagon Alley.. Usually a place populated by wizards.” He shook his head at himself, retrieving Calcifer’s leash and ushering the crup back to his side. “How are you? How’s your summer been?” 

It had been a boring morning - correction: it had been a boring summer. Everything had been about Tristan, which wasn’t really new, but it meant Eliza was more or less left to herself for the majority of the time. Her sweet tooth had struck randomly and an intense craving for ice cream had brought her to Fortescue’s, despite the fact that she knew she’d have to go for a lengthy run to make up for it later. She came to an abrupt halt when a dog - no, a crup( they looked so similar but that tail was always a dead give away ) - came towards her and she instantly knelt down to pet it. It was jumping up and licking her face, causing her to laugh, when someone came running after it and she looked up with a happy smile as she scratched behind the beast’s ears. “Don’t apologize - he’s adorable. Plus, this is the most attention I’ve gotten in days, so trust me, I don’t mind. What’s his name?” she asked curiously. 

Kit felt a wave of embarrassment fall over him when he’d realized it was a Flint his little creature ran up to. He wasn’t sure how she was going to react at fist, and became pleasantly surprised at the smile and her words. He quirked a brow curiously at her. “Well I doubt that’s the most attention you’ve gotten in days,” he chuckled, kneeling down in an effort to coax his crup back to him. Cal wasn’t having it. “Calcifer,” he answered, “Named after the fire demon in a muggle book I grew up reading. One that has a mind of his own - perfect name for this little one.” He frowned at the crup, forked tail wagging excitedly as he gave his full attention to the girl. “They’re extrememly loyal to wizards, you know,” he suddenly began rambling a little, “But I wonder if they’re more attracted to purebloods than muggleborns. Cal’s been hopping at every pureblood I know who’s walked by.” He shook his head, “He’s a puppy, I apologize if he’s overexcited. We just left the breeders and I thought maybe a walk would tire him out some. Big mistake, clearly.”

"Return to the Forbidden Forest and relocate Twiggy’s family, so that she doesn’t have to be alone, and then I can spend my last day with my best friend.” 

“I think the real question is - what is the least embarrassing thing you’ve ever done? Because I’m certain just about everything I’ve done is super embarrassing.” 

Ellie rolled her eyes. “What does it sound like I’m suggesting?”

“Something maybe a bit less wholesome than a dance,” he chuckled. 

“Lucky you, I happen to come with both!”

“Well c’mon, then, let’s dance,” Kit laughed, reaching out toward the Hufflepuff. “You’re not gonna let me down on my last night at Hogwarts ever will ya?”

“Congratulations, mate!!” He yelled before giggling. “Oh, I can do all of those thing, but I’m not a girl.”

“Thank you, friend!” He nearly shouted back, filled with pure excitement. “Oi, as long as you get me a drink, you’ll do just as well. C’mon, let’s get wasted, Ollivander!” 

“I can help with one of those things, at least,” he said as he handed up a full cup over to his roommate. “I also have hangover potions for later if you need them so that we’re not fucking wrecks on the train home.”

“I knew I’d kept you around for a reason,” Kit joked, taking the cup from him. Without hesitation, he took a long gulp from it, downing about half of it and whooped the second he pulled the cup away from his lips. “Damn that stuff is good,” he rasped. “And we are definitely going to need those hangover potions tomorrow. There’s no way I’m leaving this castle sober, let alone buzzed.” 

“I can’t dance but there are other ways to celebrate.” Ellie raised her eyebrows pointedly, taking a sip of her drink.

“What are you suggesting?”

“Tug-worthy curls?” Lorcan smirked, giving Kit a look. “Kit, my love, are you saying you want to tangle your fingers in my hair? Scream my name in pure orgasmic bliss?” He said dramatically, grabbing his friend by the hips and pretending to moan loudly.

“Oh was it that obvious,” he joked, shaking his head. “What are you even on? And why did you not bother to share it? Rude, Scamander. Very rude.” 

Tristan shrugged as he looked over at the lion. “It’s just how you carry yourself. Confidence is key. To be fair, you could be the ugliest bloke in the castle, but if you act like you’re the hottest, people we believe you are.” 

“Pretend I’m hot, makes sense,” Kit nodded along. “Looks like that didn’t work out too well for you, though, Flint.” He spied the person the Slytherin had been flirting with, now halfway down the hall. “Or did I just ruin that?” 

“It would be horrible for you. We both know I’d win someone over before you.” Lorcan teased his friend.

“Well obviously, between your tug-worthy curls and classic good-looks, I’d be completely overlooked.”