When Billy had woken up that morning, he'd been surprised that his entire room hadn't been painted in red and gold. That was how his dorm had been when he'd been at… He'd paused, and then brushed the thought aside. But it persisted throughout the day -- through training (or improvised hero training as he was calling it), Quidditch practice, and work (he still worked part-time at the bar). Had he ever been at Hogwarts? Was he going to Hogwarts? Why was he so convinced that he belonged in Gryffindor?
It was late when the bar finally closed. Everyone had been pleased when he'd been able to magic their drinks just so to fit whichever house they'd wanted. (Not that he didn't think about glaring every time a "Slytherin" walked up.) He'd even convinced his boss to hang up some Gryffindor tapestries, along with all the other houses (sigh).
He knew that he must look a sight -- covered in red and gold glitter, hair sticking up all over the place -- as he locked up and headed home. He hoped he didn't run into anyone he knew, but isn't that what his wand -- no, brain magic (brain magic, really, Kaplan?) was for?
Rose didn’t look any less ridiculous, with her face painted Gryffindor colors and a few red and gold streaks in her hair. She could remember the Hogwarts mission pretty clearly and knew Atlantis had put her into Gryffindor before during that mission, so this was kind of a little bit of deja vu - actually, a lot of the last couple of months had been like that. Right now, though, she wasn’t thinking about the familiarity, because she was preoccupied with how awesome Gryffindor was.
Passing Billy, she grinned at him and offered him a thumbs up of approval for his very pro-Gryffindor look.
Billy returned the grin and the thumbs up. "Ra-ra-lions?" he offered, and then laughed aloud. He'd have to work on his cheerleading if he was going to cheer his fiance on in the next match. "Look, I'm working up to it, all part of my go-Hogwarts-go starter pack?" He hadn't been around for any of the previous missions, so he didn't remember ever being sorted. He just knew that reckless heroics and Gryffindors had to go hand-in-hand. "So, you headed back to housing?"
Rose shrugged. She had been heading home, but now that he asked, she thought there was probably more fun to be had. It was late and a lot of the really fun places were closed at this hour; she did have a husband and son waiting for her at home, but... “unless you feel like finding something more exciting to do,” she suggested.
Billy considered what she had said. It was late...probably the best time for mischief, if there ever was one. "Well, I do have one idea," he said, with a grin.