Who: Justin and open to Hufflepuffs What: Lockdown, bitches! When: Late Sunday night Where: Hufflepuff Common room. Rating: Probably low
It was official. Justin didn't trust anyone outside his house any longer. Well, that wasn't true, but the list of non-Hufflepuffs he trusted was now exclusively limited to Ravenclaw and Gryffindor members of Dumbledore's Army. All his Hufflepuffs were accounted for, and that was all that mattered to him. When he'd started thinking of them as his own, however, he didn't know. Too many cups of tea with Professor Sprout, perhaps.
But that was why he found himself alone in the common room late at night, sitting in front of the dying fire, wand at the ready and watching the common room entrance. He wasn't sure if he was guarding against people leaving or entering, but he was guarding.
If nothing else, Wayne was up there, in his bed, reading or drawing or studying or sleeping. Being Wayne. Being his. And Justin wanted him to keep doing all of those things. And if this was the price, some lost sleep or lost time together, Justin would gladly pay it. Anything to keep him safe.