Harry sighed, rubbing his eyes under his glasses. He just wanted to disappear today: between the violence of his nightmare last night, circling the castle twice, the lack of sleep, the spells he practised in the dead of the night in the Astronomy Tower, the fight with Ginny, the issues she kept demanding he face -
Harry needed a vacation from himself. Maybe Guatemala wasn't so bad right now.
Instead, he had buried himself in a book of Dark Arts battle techniques that Lupin had owled him. Spread around him were parchments of notes on the DA; he was going to approach McGonagall tomorrow at their tea about it, and he was holding his breath, praying in every corner of his mind, that she would find it to be a good idea, too.
At the sound of Ron's voice, Harry was tempted to stay silent and work harder on the DA plans, but what was the use. He could feel, almost a knowledge that radiated from his bones, that Ron would not be dissuaded by a lack of reply. Ron would yank open the curtains, Harry was certain.
"Yeah?" he said, mustering as much good cheer into his voice as he could manage, pulling a curtain back and putting a smile on his face. "Cheers mate."
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