Here's a little excerpt of the fic I've been working on:
On the first night back, the Gryffindor common room is utterly silent, except for the sound of bed springs periodically creaking somewhere up in the Eighth Years dorm.
A mouse scuttles across the ground of the common room, in search of food, but pauses momentarily at a particularly loud creak, and the ensuing grunt and groan would make the Fat Lady blush if she heard it.
Upstairs, Ron is fitfully turning on his bed, shifting restlessly from one side to the other, his bed protesting at every thump. In his stomach, he can feel the extra helping of steak and kidney pie churning cheerfully with his pumpkin juice and treacle tart. Perhaps he should have thought twice before helping himself to the extras.
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On the first night back, the Gryffindor common room is utterly silent, except for the sound of bed springs periodically creaking somewhere up in the Eighth Years dorm.
A mouse scuttles across the ground of the common room, in search of food, but pauses momentarily at a particularly loud creak, and the ensuing grunt and groan would make the Fat Lady blush if she heard it.
Upstairs, Ron is fitfully turning on his bed, shifting restlessly from one side to the other, his bed protesting at every thump. In his stomach, he can feel the extra helping of steak and kidney pie churning cheerfully with his pumpkin juice and treacle tart. Perhaps he should have thought twice before helping himself to the extras.
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