Given that they were in a school, it was entirely unironic that Bragi felt really rather childish right now. As the fellow made fun of the terrifically grumpy portrait shooting them such daggers, Bragi could not help but giggle like a schoolboy.

As for his dark-haired acquaintance, Bragi had the strong impression that while he enjoyed entertaining he’d probably be doing this even with nobody else present at all.

”Merlin you’re brave”, Bragi could not help but utter, smiling, impressed. But then the impressive party attempted to tug him good-naturedly into the ribbing session, and Bragi had to shake his head. Not just because he wasn’t as naughty as the other, but because — ”I confess I’m not familiar with Headmaster Black. I attended Beauxbatons”, he explained. ”Though the more I see of Hogwarts the more I wish I’d been placed here. With - with a few sparse exceptions”, he added, glancing again at the affronted portrait in a cheeky attempt at a dig of his own.