96. Socks

Harry opened his eyes to hear someone in the room complaining. Harry sat up grinning as he looked over at another bed in the room.
“What’s up Ron?” Another voice asked before Harry could ask. Harry looked over and saw Dean Thomas looking at Ron.
“I can’t find any blasted socks.” Ron answered while searching through his trunk. Harry looked at the other boys in the dormitory and they all grinned. All of them knew how often Ron lost his socks and how he was always using other people’s. It is going to be like last year, isn’t it? Harry thought as he got out of bed.

Leaning down, Harry pulled out his trunk from beneath his bed. Plunging a hand into the trunk, he searched for a few minutes before pulling a pair of socks from the bottom. They had been Uncle Vernon’s socks before and they were all grey and smelled very bad. Harry chucked them over to Ron who grimaced after smelling them.
“Thanks a lot.” Ron said.
“Hey, they're socks.” Harry said to Ron as he pulled on his own, nicer pair.