[Action] Party Post
[It had been a frustrating night enough, trying and failing to work his pants-to-skirt charm that he'd been slaving over ever since he'd gotten the idea for it... shortly that day. Already, he'd ruined a few of his pairs and had given up for the night after one had burst into flames.
Feliks casually tossed his wand onto his bedside table in defeat and plopped on to his bed, eyeing over to the door and realizing the rest of the Gryffindors had quieted down, after being a loud ruckus a little earlier. He was thankful for that, but just as his head hit the pillow he heard a burst of cheers for what sounded like... a race.
He groaned, rolling over and tsking towards an elaborate and tiny pet bed on the floor, "How barbaric, right Sprinkles?"
Except it was empty.
In his pink robes and one of his furry slippers in hand, Feliks burst out of the door and looked over the balcony to see his tiny pygmy puff being ushered by the rest of his classmates to win a race (and was winning said race, of course)
"Sprinkles!" he called, just as the common room erupted in a display of fireworks.
Feliks dashed right back into his room to hide behind his bed and waited quite awhile there before going out to rescue his poor pygmy puff. Who he found huddled far back under a chair and, after coaxing him out, didn't waste time to use a spell to clean all the... firework ash from his fur.]