Peter, I have... broken in government buildings and been part of a very, very... um, secret magic-learning club. [ How else can she describe Dumbledore's Army when she's a bit too high—? ] How are you only just realising this?

[ Knowing the eff-word is but another level in her delinquency. Still, she's laughing though, pressing her lips together to try and stifle it a little as he drops the t-shirt on himself and then fights to rid himself of it. He's a silly boy. She knows this and loves him anyway. ]

That sounds about right. [ Given the choice? Curses or kisses? Absolutely kisses, a slow grin spreading across her lips. ] Me too.

[ She leans in, grin still intact as she moves to give him another kiss. But she stops, just before her mouth presses against his struck by a sudden thought — eyes glazing over for a long moment, gazing about the room.

It's the first of April today, or it was— is—? Is it after midnight, yet? There's a slow blink before her gaze returns to Peter, uttering in a loud whisper: ]

... What time is it?