Bran yanked on Iwin’s feet, but Iwin kicked at him. “STOP. I’m not GOING.” He pulled the duvet up over his head.

“IWIN. This is your DREAM. To go to school! I’m only here to party with you—come on, mate!” Branwin pulled out his wand. “You’re getting out of this bed whether I have to MAKE you or not—“

Iwin peeked out and gasped, dramatically. “You wouldn’t.”

“I would.”

To test it, iwin buried himself in his blankets once more. The next thing he knew, he was dangling upside down by his ankle. He shrieked. “BRANWIN!”

Bran smirked.