Someone hailed him as Gabe went past, and he waved a hand and said, "Just a minute," over his shoulder as he kept walking, ducking around a jubilant knot of students. One of them was a Slytherin, looking up, but Gabe just lifted a hand for a high-five in passing. He'd make it up to him later. He'd make it up to all of them later, his incredible students who'd held it together all damn weekend. Fuck looking the other way, he was throwing the party.
Just as soon as--
A few people moved out of the way, and Gabe spotted a figure (a scrawny, tattered, mussed, familiar figure) stepping into the empty doorway. He sped up, bounding over a couple of arrow-riddled corpses as he called, "William!"