Dec 22, 2020
closed for @thebrokenbones
tristan was tired. with his head boy duties, the meetings of for the light, an upcoming quidditch game, the end of the year approaching; it was all too much. he had decided to relax in the prefects bathroom with having a bath. it was the middle of the night and he’d just headed back to his dorms, when suddenly, he saw a familiar face in the hallway. there weren’t any prefects around. perhaps amelia had chosen a safe route. “ do you know what time it is? “ tristan raised an eyebrow. it was a rhetorical question. the bones was a friend of his - and while he didn’t want her to get into trouble, the mckinnon felt like he couldn’t turn a blind eye to it as well. “ i hope your excuse is good, amelia. “