"Yeah, exactly." Ron agreed, grabbing his wand from his pocket and pointing it at the curtains. First he cast a charm to keep them shut, tucking his legs under him at the foot of the bed. Catching the pillow, he smiled slightly and put it on the end of of the bed, leaning on it as he pointed his wand at the curtains again and said, "Muffliato." He said, dropping his wand on the blanket.
"That should do it." He said, reaching for the bottle and uncorking it. "Shall you do the honours or shall I?" He asked, grinning, and for the first time since the match, feeling like doing so.
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