A cozy bed's got that wizard-level magic to trap you forever, but let's be real—that seal's flimsier than wet paper when the outside world crashes the party.
Lynn was half-dreaming when whoosh—blankets gone, chill hitting his skin, and a yell in his ear.
"Lynn, get your lazy ass up!"
Harley—looking cute as hell—barged into the dorm. His already-awake roommates stayed parked in bed but stared like it was prime-time TV.
"Huh?"
Lynn rubbed his eyes, mumbling like a zombie: "What time is it?"
"Past eight, sleepyhead."
She flipped her wrist—mechanical watch, immune to Hogwarts' magic static.
"Told you to haul ass early. Qiu and I been waiting forever."
"Alright, alright, I'm up."
He sat slow, legs dangling off the bed like noodles.
"Clothes, pants, then brush your teeth and wash up. What, you want me to carry the sink over?"
"Yeah, that'd be great."
"Want me to chew your breakfast for you too?" Arms crossed, eyes narrowed.
"Pack it to go. I'll feed myself."
Yawning, Lynn peeled off his PJs, threw on the outfit she chucked, stretched like a cat.
"Yo, how'd you even get in my dorm? You're a girl, dude. Optics."
"So Qiu and I twiddle thumbs for hours while you hibernate?"
"Toothbrush—where's your towel?"
She rummaged his trunk. "Got it. Qiu's chilling in the common room. Move it."
"Gimme a sec."
He zombie-shuffled to the sink, brushed in record time, snatched the towel she handed, wiped his face.
"No more dorm raids."
"I knocked. Didn't kick the door down."
"Fair."
They bounced. Instant dorm explosion.
"I'm so jealous! I want a cute girl dragging me outta bed!"
"Bet they're childhood sweethearts. I'd know—I've been green before." Dean fake-cried. "Animals! All of 'em!"
"Spill, Dean. Deets." Seamus rolled over, ears perked.
"Elementary school. Desk buddy had this neighbor girl—grew up together. Scared he'd oversleep, so every morning she'd wake him, bring jam sandwiches and milk. Waaah…"
"Then what?"
"Got creamed by a truck." Dean wiped tears. "Suddenly I'm not jealous."
"Wait—I got one too." Seamus puffed up.
"You get hit by a truck?" Dean's back went cold.
"Nah, alive and kickin'. But this chick? Saw me, pow—fist to the face. 'You bullied me!' Zero memory. She beat my ass daily!"
His vibe tanked. "Two years ago, family moved to France. Probably at Beauxbatons now…"
"Beauxbatons?"
"Chick magnet magic school." Seamus waved it off, tossed to Neville: "You got a girl playmate, Nev?"
"Y-yeah…" Neville nodded tiny. "Known her forever… just… bad at talking…"
"Who? Here?"
"She is, but…" Face tomato-red, headshake. "Can we drop it?"
Dorm chatter cranked to 11. Ron? Burrito'd in blankets, zero input.
Harley dragged Lynn downstairs. Qiu—rocking a white floral sundress—was perched prim in a Gryffindor armchair. Common rooms were chill with visitors; Ravenclaw's eagle riddle let anyone smart in, Hufflepuff's barrel tapped "Helga Hufflepuff" rhythm—unchanged for centuries.
Gryffindor/Slytherin swapped passwords like paranoid exes after epic prank wars. Nobody wanted waking to troll shit in the lounge.
"Qiu! Snagged the sloth!"
Harley bounced over, linked arms.
"Late-night reading?"
"Yup. Meant to stop at 20%, but plot hooked me—lost track."
Lynn grabbed the breakfast sandwich she offered. Great Hall served 7–9:30; anytime grub.
"Bacon's smoky AF. Love it."
Meat, veg, egg—chef's kiss. Yawn gone.
"Milk too—not piping, but warm." Covered cup.
"Now we're talking!"
Scarfed it, perked. "Where to?"
They crawled through Fat Lady's portrait to the 8th-floor corridor.
"Hagrid's! Surprise for you, Lynn."
Harley winked like a gremlin.
"Intriguing. This way—faster stairs."
They pivoted, followed.
"Secret passage?" Qiu groaned—Ravenclaw tower stairs were calf-killers.
"Room of Requirement. Pops up anywhere if you need shit bad. Lost at night, gotta piss? Wall spawns a door—golden thrones galore."
"But opposite this tapestry—" He pointed at trolls clubbing Barnabas the Barmy. "Think your destination, pace three times, boom—door."
"Closest to Hagrid's hut…"
He demo'd. Door materialized.
"After you."
He pushed in; girls followed.
Fresh grass air smacked them. Hogwarts lawns ahead—castle wall behind, Hagrid's hut at woods' edge.
"See? Almost there."
Saved 20 mins vs. common room → entrance hall → Great Hall trek. Castle's massive; noobs got lost for weeks without chatty portraits.
"Where'd you learn this, Lynn?" Harley asked, then mimicked: "Read more books, Harley~ Haha! Nailed it?"
"What else? Not like I dreamed it."
Mid-stride to the hut, he side-eyed her: "Random skirt day?"
Moon-white dress, black hair poppin'.
"Ugly?" Twirl.
"Nah, fire. Just surprised."
"Summer's ghosting. Miss this chance? Wait till next year. Petunia hunted forever for it."
"No classes AM anyway—no uniform cops."
"True." Lynn nodded, whispered to Qiu: "Your tutoring?"
She beamed. "Impressive, right?"
"Legendary." Thumbs up.
"Whispering what?" Harley spun back.
"Your dress slays."
"Qiu too?"
"Both. But don't make me rank."
"Why?" She wedged between, arm-in-arm with Qiu.
"'Cause I rock it hardest. Happy?"
Dodged the death question smooth.
"Hahaha~"
Laughter echoed over the green.
Hagrid's hut loomed—smoke curling, fresh-baked wheat scent thick.
"Hagrid! We're here!"
Harley's yell swung the door. Grinning giant waved a dinner-plate hand, in a stellar mood.
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