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They meet on the staircase to the North tower, right after the last Divination class lets out.

(To hell with it, Professor Nelson couldn't predict if his morning oatmeal would be warm or cold tomorrow morning.)

Wally's cheeks are flushed by the time he gets up to where Dick already waits and fiddles with his tie. They're almost as red as the scarlet color of his Gryffindor emblem. Dick has the faintest urge to smile, his fingertips smoothing over green and silver silk.

The redhead pants, but says nothing as he thrusts some heavy, old and yellowed parchment at Dick's face.

An inquisitive eyebrow but Dick takes it, opening to reveal the blank pages. "Where did you steal this off of?" he asks, scooting over a second to let Wally sit next to him and fan his armpits with his uniform robe.

A self-satisfied look.

"Professor Lance's desk." Wally announces, "She didn't even see me."

Dick cackles, balling up a fist and smacking his knuckles against Wally's in congratulations.

"You're about as bad as me, Gryffin-dork."

Wally shoves his shoulder, grumbling, "Shut up, dude."

Dick jabs a finger against the parchment. "So, what? Is it hexed? Am I going to wake up with my hands covered in boils?"

"Probably not," Wally says, shrugging and unpocketing his wand, poking the blank parchment. "It was filed under Confiscated and Highly Dangerous."

"Cause if my hands are covered in permanent boils, you are feeding me in the Hospital Wing. For several weeks."

"Dude, I don't know what it does. That's why—" Wally mumbles a charm under his breathing, poking it harder when nothing happens. "—I'm trying to figure it out now. Hold it steady."

"Hey, wasn't there a rumor going around the school about a map that could show every hidden passageway in and out?"

"Don't you know like, three of them?"

Dick grins at him, stunningly white. "Three? Not as good as all of them."

Wally snickered, returning the grin with good-natured humor. "You really are a Slytherin, greedy bastard."

"Says the Gryffindor paling around with him."

"I'm an open-minded kind of guy," Wally replied, gesturing with his wand. "Hell… look at me, I'm using magic. Magic."

"Not really, you're kinda sucking at getting this to tell us what it is."

"You try then," Wally complains, and Dick raises his own wand expressionlessly, blue eyes hardening with concentration.

"…"

"…"

"You have no idea what you're doing."

"Nope."

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YJ isn't mine. Guess what, everyone? IT'S BEEN THIRTEEN YEARS SINCE THIS ACCOUNT EXISTED AND SINCE I'VE BEEN POSTING! HAPPY ANNIVERSARY! :D I figured since my first fanwork on here was Harry Potter, that something Harry Potter-esque should go up! And Birdflash is still an old love, and this had been requested ages ago on Tumblr, so please enjoy! I'm so glad to still be doing this and here with you! Thank you!