“An owl, myself, and your final exam – what have we in common?”

Alvis considered the bronze eagle, one hand lingering thoughtfully against his lips. Behind it, he smiled. Perhaps it indulged in a house sin of pride, but no blue-blooded Ravenclaw could deny the rush that came from being the first to answer the door’s question. All the better if it happened in front of someone you hoped to impress. Like him, now. With Moira.

“You all ask questions, but never give answers.”

“Truly spoken,” said the door, and opened.

Alvis motioned for Moira to stay back a second as he stepped through, holding the door open and craning his head to be sure that the common room was abandoned. As he’d expected, it stood empty. Everyone was still at dinner, and those few who weren't were occupied making plans for the Hogsmeade weekend tomorrow. And he'd already made sure to headcount his roommates before slipping out of the Great Hall. Once they got up to his room, they'd have some privacy.

It was kind of thrilling, this sneaking around. In the back of his mind he knew why the rules were set up as they were, what it usually meant when they got broken, and what it would look like if they were caught. But he didn't care. One's own bed was the one place in Hogwarts where you didn't have to choose between privacy and comfort, and for once he -- they -- were going to take advantage of that.

"Coast's clear," he whisper-called back to Moira, and held the door open as he beckoned her into Ravenclaw Tower.

With this latest of doing something she shouldn't and rule breaking people might say she was on a rebellious streak. It wasn't so much that she was intentionally seeking out rules to break as she was just doing as it came up. Hopefully the one person who knew about the other instances wouldn't also learn about this one. Hopefully nobody would learn about this one really but it wasn't something Moira planned on worrying about.

As for the riddling bronze eagle... she was glad she only had to worry about remembering a combination - not the easiest thing when you were half drunk or even simply exhausted.

Once Alvis gave the all clear she slipped in past him and took a moment admiring their common room. It suited their house very much, as she assumed the other two also suited their respected houses same as the Hufflepuff barrow as one might call it. Badgers.

"I like it."

Alvis grinned. Perhaps it was a little silly to be pleased, showing off the common room, but he couldn’t help it. He resonated so much with the place that it felt a little like showing off a bit of his soul.

“Best study room in the school, naturally enough.” He didn't quite whisper, but his voice pitched a bit softer than normal out of respect for their sneaking. And perhaps because he couldn't 100% say that there wasn't someone cramming for a midterm in one of the nooks. He took Moira's hand. "C'mon."

They angled to the right and climbed the five flights of stairs to the fifth-year boy's dorms, thankfully not passing anyone on the way up. Like he'd heard of most dorms, the standard Ravenclaw room was circular, with a bronze brazier burning happily in the center and a circle of beds lining the walls. Less usually, each of the four-poster, blue-wrapped beds was accompanied by a bookshelf, intended for each raven's individual collection of books and trinkets. They made the owner of each bed identifiable at a glance, especially after five years.

Alvis's held a collection of recent hardbacks -- mostly muggle, fiction and non -- plus a few clear boxes of different chain link varieties, scrap metal, completely jewelry pieces, and a box of fire extinguishing potions on the very bottom. He hovered beside the shelf a moment, giving Moira a chance to get her bearings and trying not to look like he was excited.

He lasted about a minute before giving in to impulse and nervous energy. From behind, he wrapped his arms around Moira's waist and nuzzled his head into the curve of her neck. That plus a tight squeeze was all the warning he gave before tugging her down onto the bed and letting them both fall sideways into the newly-made mess of sheets, blankets, and pillows.