There would be no confessions of how he had stayed up as well, but he figured bragging about how he did get in was in order. "I'm a Slytherin." Just as he always knew he would be. The books had certainly not been banned where he grew up, and as any trendy New York boy would have, he read each book as it came out. Always had to stay ahead of the game. And, of course, each movie had been seen as soon as it premiered. Films based on books always left something to be desired, but he always liked them well enough. They weren't terrible, after all. Well, except for the third film, but there was a humorous list of reasons for that.
It was funny how declaring he was a Slytherin perhaps said a bit more about his personality than many of the other things they had gone over in the short time they had been socializing, if that was even the word. Upon hearing the microwave finally beep, he returned to her and held out the box set. "What do you think you would've been?"