Harry couldn’t help but feel jittery over breakfast the first Monday of the new term. It was absurd really, that he was even remotely nervous about stealing (or attempting too at the very least) from the headmaster’s office, when he remembered that he had broken into both Gringotts and the Ministry in their past life (all while being Undesirable Number One). He was though - he could barely eat the toast Draco had shoved under his nose his mouth was so dry. Ron and Hermione had already eaten and left to hide fireworks in the furtherest reaches of the castle and set timers on them.