"Spencer," William answered, careful to step closer to the light coming from the greenhouse. Identifying himself was something he'd picked up quickly once the Aurors had begun their patrols of the castle and grounds.
He glanced at the watering can in Spencer's hand and raised an eyebrow. "Staying up late?" He had no doubt that Spencer was spending most nights up late, and probably some well into the early morning as well. In his place, William would be doing the same. After several recent events, he was almost tempted anyway.