Theo was here. Late, but here. And who assigned him to look after the Gnome Toss? He sure wasn't gonna be touching those things. With his hands stuffed in his shorts pockets, Theo saw Minnie and started to make his way over to her. To make his presence known, he supposed. But wooooooooooooooooah, woah. She was talking to a ghost.

A ghost. Here.

He let out a loud gasp and backward marched to the table with the gloves on.

Yeah, he was staying here. Theo climbed under the table and he kept both eyes on Sir Nicholas, or whatever his name was. The nearly-headless-one. Being a prefect could wait.