Gus was pretty sure if he hadn’t met (and befriended) Mason that he’d either have quit after his first week or been miserable at Hogwarts. Instead his friend constantly put up with his antics and never groaned about whatever brilliant idea Gus had, even if sometimes he looked like he wanted to grimace and roll his eyes. (It wasn’t his fault that his ideas were so good they hurt… sometimes literally.) He laughed. “Sure. Whatever you say Masemellow.” He hummed, unsure if he liked that nickname.

Well, he’d come with something. Mason deserved the perfect nickname.

“I don’t want to keep them, and I’ll definitely look.” Phil’s pilfered treasure pile was getting a bit too high and Gus considered dumping the items around the school and seeing what happened, but… he didn’t want someone walking away with something that didn’t belong to them. He raked his fingers through his hair. Whatever the solution to this problem was kept evading him. But, he’d look and find the cufflinks.

He laughed nervously then as he stepped forward to hold his arms out before he unfroze Phil now that the candelabra was back in its place. “Pft. Skeets. Phil stole Black’s pocket watch a few days ago and I still haven’t found a way to sneak it back. I keep it in my pocket so I don’t lose it.” The niffler nuzzled into him and Gus couldn’t help but laugh as he wrapped his arms around him to keep him snug against his chest. “I’m afraid he’ll see me with it and how the heck do I explain that?” Gus grinned at Mason. “Think cuteness works on him?”

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