#f:lorcan

Harrison had staid up late from prefect duties, noticing that his friend wasn’t back before curfew once again. Lounged back on one of the leather couches reading a potions book, he closed it once he had heard someone entering the common room. And what time do you call this, Lorcan? If I were doing my job correct I might give you a detention. Heureusement i’m feeling rather generous, that is if you tell me what you were up to, bien sûr.