There's an old, stale scent still in the room: theirs, Harry realizes. That's him from before.
It's not precisely as they left it, though: indeed, within the last hour, someone has very hastily come in and freshened up the sheets. Perhaps there was a reason so many met them in the halls.
He has to laugh, and holds his arm out with a grandiose gesture. "Your bower, my lady."
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There's an old, stale scent still in the room: theirs, Harry realizes. That's him from before.
It's not precisely as they left it, though: indeed, within the last hour, someone has very hastily come in and freshened up the sheets. Perhaps there was a reason so many met them in the halls.
He has to laugh, and holds his arm out with a grandiose gesture. "Your bower, my lady."