Twirling his wand, Cam leaned against the wall beside the portrait leading to the common room, waiting for Astoria. Rounds were, by far, not his favourite thing about being a prefect. He could put up with them, but he wasn't in the best mood today, he would've preferred to be back in the dorm, or even better, with a bird under him.
Unfortunately, he was stuck with doing rounds. With Astoria Greengrass.
Heaving a sigh, he pushed off the wall and barked at a pair of second years darted past him, trying to sneak in before curfew.