Gintoki crept down the dark hall, his feet making slight echoing sounds against the stone beneath his feet. He reached the portrait guarding the entrance to the Gryffindor common room, and after chirping the password, he swooped into the common room and grinned seeing only one person still present in the light of the slowly dying fire.
“Aw, how sweet! Told you you didn’t have to wait up for me!”
“Does it look like I stayed up for a natural perm like you?”
Hijikata waved his essay around and Gintoki snorted as he leapt over the back of the couch and plopped down sideways. He shoved his feet into Hijikata’s lap, forcing him to rearrange his things or risk spilling his ink.