Well at least the threat of being repeatedly hit in the face by a forty year old had disappeared for the time being.

Ciaran sighed in relief as Emilie's parents headed up the corridor and out of earshot. This wasn't exactly how he'd planned to start the New Year off.

He scruffed a hand through his hair and took his wand from his back pocket, shoving it down the side of his boot instead.

"Are you kidding?" Ciaran smirked, looking at Emilie. "Think I'll be leaving in a box if don't go now."