"No," he murmured as he turned his head against the grass to watch Leon quietly for a moment. "Mia Devlin, actually. Potions. They've got one of the essays coming up." More theoretical than practical, which meant they'd at least be starting it out in the Van Tassel common room.
He stayed still, just a moment, before he leaned in and brushed his lips against Leon's again before leaning back. They couldn't get started again, or they wouldn't ever move. Still. "How long do you think before they went looking for us?"