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R O O M

Change of Pace.



"The view's really nice, actually. And you won't have to worry about dressing nice."

I bounced into the room as he placed his bag onto the floor.

"Mum and Dad don't do formal dinners, except when we're eating with the Turners, which, according to Mum, requires formal dress."

I nudged him gently with my elbow. “Mum’s cooking may be horrid, but at least her pies are to die for, yeah?” He walked towards the open window and sighed deeply.

I suddenly felt unneeded and turned to face the corridor.

“Well…If you need me, Padfoot, just give me a shout, okay?”