The taller boy seems to support whatever weight Tavros wants to put on him easily, his own long arm wrapped around the Hufflepuff's waist, so that it can be used to cling to and to give a little support from behind. He nuzzles at Tavros's hair, apparently oblivious now to any whispered snide comments or laughter, and he walks with his friend out of the class, heading for the castle and the stairs up to the fourth floor.

"I think this might be the best motherfuckin' day ever," he says thoughtfully, as they walk. "I'd been thinking shit like this was never gonna happen, and here I been brewing those negative vibes up in my pan for no reason!"