Arthur played with his tie pin impatiently, the one his parents had given him the previous christmas, the one adorned with a likeness of Rowena Ravenclaw's diadem.

He looked up from playing with his tie pin when familiar heavy, blustering steps stumbled up to him, just in time to catch a kiss from Eames' lips.

"Hello love." Eames grinned. "Did I surprise you?"

"No shit." Arthur scowled at Eames' petulence, but leaned across and pecked Eames' deliciously plump lips. God, he'd be lying if he said he hadn't dreamed about those lips before.

Arthur mentally shook those thoughts from his head as Eames passed him on his way into their classroom. "Wait." He grabbed for Eames' elbow, but only caught him by the sleeve.

Eames raised a single eyebrow. "Snogging in the halls before class? My, my Arthur, aren't we a rule breaker?"

"No, no, the opposite." Arthur shoved at Eames' broad chest, denying his attempt to steal another kiss.

"We… aren't breaking a rule? By snogging in the hall?" Oh dear, now Arthur had confused his poor boyfriend. Eames looked like a drenched dog when he was confused, it was pathetic, honestly.

"No, you're… Eames, you're out of dress code." Arthur pointed to his collar, which was unbuttoned and not secured by a green and silver striped tie.

"Shit…" Eames looked down at himself, and then at his watch. "I don't have time to go back, Arthur, class is almost-"

"I've got an extra one." Arthur interrupted, pulling a spare tie from his robe pockets and looped it around Eames' neck without asking.

"I can tie my own tie." Eames pouted.

"Let me do something for you, please?" Arthur asked dryly.

"Letting Mommy dress you again, Bronson?" Nash sneered as he passed them, having appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

"Shove a sock in it, Nash." Eames bit back, trying not to move too much, as Arthur was still knotting his own tie around Eames' neck.

Nash halted and turned back to them, obviously antagonized. "What the hell are you doing, Eames? Is that a Ravenclaw tie?"

"I forgot mine, Arthur was kind enough to lend me his. Sod off."

"You just carry around an extra tie?" Nash scoffed.

"It never hurts to be prepared." Arthur barely looked up from where he was still fixing the tie around Eames' neck. "I'd rather him look bad in blue then get a detention for being out of dress code. Lord knows Umbridge would have his head."

Nash settled for rolling his eyes and sauntering past them into their classroom.

Eames hummed, watching Nash go. "Is it just me, or does he seem uncharacteristically quiet today?"

"I usually ignore him. To me, he's always quiet." Arthur shrugged and tugged Eames' tie into place. "There. Perfect."

"Thank you, petal." Eames kissed his cheek affectionately.

Arthur rolled his eyes and dragged him into class.