Harry lay flat with his eyes trained blankly forward, his wand held so tight in his hand, his white knuckles were pinking along the edges. Just not a good day, Harry thought lamely to sum up all of the things that were weighing on him like bricks, reaching up to rub under his glasses; his fingers drifted to his forehead for a brief second.
At the sound of Ron's voice, Harry smiled slightly. Maybe some time with his best mate would help. No, let's stay in bed and not move and go to sleep now, a whiny voice in his head begged, but Harry resolutely sat upright and yanked one curtain open. "Oh cheers, Ron. I'm in," he said with a grin. "You got a craving for something specific because I think - mash sounds brills right now."
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