The time to do the proper thing in this situation had long since expired. When one discovers a sleeping Harry Potter in one's bed, the thing to do is find another bed. He's overworked, after all. Nearly catatonic, everyone knows it. It was bound to happen sooner or later.
Neville hadn't meant to climb in, really. He's not even sure how it happened. He just looked... cozy, like a favorite blanket. But now limbs were everywhere, things were reacting and this must surely lead to something bad.
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Date: 2004-10-06 01:16 pm (UTC)Neville hadn't meant to climb in, really. He's not even sure how it happened. He just looked... cozy, like a favorite blanket. But now limbs were everywhere, things were reacting and this must surely lead to something bad.
"Neville?"
Neville bit his lip. "Yeah, Harry?"
"Good."
Or maybe not so bad.