Basil could only think to scoff as Gus reminded him Ravenclaw was in last place for the House Cup. He wasn’t sure that sounded quite right, but he also wasn’t sure what had happened most of that day, so he decided to take Lissing at face value. An aghast look crossed his face, feigning insult, and Basil recoiled just slightly. “Well then,” he mocked. “Aren’t you a professor? Isn’t there anything I can do to win Ravenclaw some 50 points?” Basil wiggled his brow suggestively.He wasn’t sure what it was about this whole situation that was making him so giddy. (Usually Basil had a lot more control over himself and was the party-pooper who tried to reign in their adventures.) Perhaps it was how delightfully delicious handsome Gus looked as his older self, or perhaps it was the adrenaline of getting caught rushing through his veins, but Basil’s head felt delightfully fuzzy. Almost like he’d had too many glasses of champagne. But what goes up must come down he supposed, and the feeling of a slight headache was starting to threaten. Shoving that aside for the time being, Basil eyed the hand Lissing offered him.
“Your room? But Ravenclaws can’t get into the Hufflepuff dormitory easily… and besides, I think we’ve had enough risk taking for one day.” Basil latched onto Gus’ hand and gave it a squeeze. His sense had not deteriorated, regardless of the fuzzy buzz in his head. So, tugging Lissing towards the door of the office, he turned back again. “Besides, we need to find a way to fix you before either of us goes to our dormitories. I would hate for Professor Bart to see you like this and think it was my lack of transfiguration skills that got us here!” Basil’s eye twinkled mischievously.