Arthur sprinted down the corridors, wand at the ready. Of course, of course someone thought it would be a hilarious prank to release a classroom set of boggarts in the school come Halloween, and Head Boy Arthur had to be the one to handle that shit. It was his job specifically to round up any stragglers room by room, marking every door with a firey X when he'd finished searching it.

He was in the library when he heard it, a high pitched whistle coming from behind him.

He spun round at the unexpected catcall, wand poised, ready to strike.

"Oh, come now love. Can't attack your boyfriend for being a pig, now can you?" It was certainly Eames' voice, but it didn't seem to be coming from anywhere.

"Eames?!" He hissed. "Where are you?!"

"I could give you a hint."

"Stop playing with me. The whole school is on lockdown, I don't need your shit."

"A hint, then. Come sit on my face."

Arthur rolled his eyes and with a wave of his wand, transfigured Eames from a library bench back into a human being.

Eames grinned up at him from the floor like the stupid big dumb idiot that he was. "Hello, petal."

"You're too good at transfiguring yourself into other things to be failing that class." Arthur huffed.

"I'm not failing Transfiguration." Eames grinned. "I only told you that so you'd show me how to make water into lube."

Arthur sighed more pointedly. "So you don't need tutoring at all?"

"C'mon Arthur, I had to find some way to get you to spend time with me."

"Get up, Eames." Arthur snapped and sauntered off ahead of him, wand still pointed and ready at anything that may come at him.

"Arthur, Darling…" Eames' voice was shaking, and not-at-all joking. "What spell am I meant to use on a Boggart?"

"Eames, do you really not know?" Arthur spun around to find his boyfriend, wand at the ready, facing down a giant, diamond patterned snake. "Holy shit."

"I'm fairly sure that this is one of the Boggarts." Eames said softly, his voice wavering. "Unless Hogwarts has just got another giant snake lying around."

"Not sure on that one. Stay still." Arthur crept up behind him carefully before raising his wand. "Riddikulus!"

The snake immediately morphed into a giant balloon animal, and deflated.

Arthur stepped in front of Eames with ease, presenting himself to the Boggart.

It immediately began to change again, trying to find what Arthur feared. After a few moments, Eames looked up in confusion. "It's not choosing anything."

The boggart kept going, never settling, always moving, kept changing, until Arthur shouted another spell, forcing it into a nearby trunk. "One down." He said simply, locking the trunk tightly.

"It didn't do anything." Eames frowned, confused. "What, are you not afraid of anything?"

"Of course I am." Arthur huffed. "I'm afraid of things like dying, and failing."

Eames' frown lessened when Arthur confided in him, and he took his boyfriend's hand. "You're not afraid of anything that it can replicate physically. It got confused because it's not like it can mimic something that's a concept."

"Could be." Arthur shrugged. "We need to go, Eames."

He grabbed his boyfriend's hand ferociously, dragging him down the halls and into the Ravenclaw common room, it being the closest one to them at the time.

Ariadne rushed forward to greet them. "Did you find any?"

"Just one." Arthur let go of Eames the second that they were in front of all of these other people. "I have to go back, Ari. Make sure nobody tries to shank him for being a Slytherin."

"Find Dom, he'll make a good backup for you, luv." Eames leaned in and pecked his lips. "I'd worry, for you, but you seem to have this handled."

"When I get back, Eames, we're going to have a little talk about irony." Arthur said, rolling his eyes and stepping back towards the door. "I'll be back in no time, I'm sure the other prefects and professors have already rounded up at least one each. Don't worry about me."

"Come back soon and we might have enough time to celebrate in the Prefect's bathroom." Eames muttered, winking.

"Sounds good." Arthur pecked his lips one last time. "I love you." He said quickly before darting out the door in search of more boggarts.

Eames blinked at the door as it shut behind him; Ariadne cooed.

"That's so cute! Dashing off into battle and all."

"He's… He's never said that before." Eames swallowed. "Shit."