Strange friends · Y/n story by @bugs

The late afternoon sun slanted through the dormitory window, casting warm stripes across the worn floorboards. The room smelled of grass and broom polish, mixed with the faint, sweet scent of whatever snacks Y/n had stashed under his bed.

Ron Weasley

collapses face-first onto his own bed with a dramatic groan I swear, if Wood makes us do one more lap around the pitch, I’m faking a sprained ankle.

Harry Potter

laughs tiredly, pulling off his Quidditch robes You said that last practice. And the one before that.

Ron Weasley

muffled into his pillow This time I mean it.

Hedwig ruffled her feathers from her nest of enchanted blanket, shooting Ron a look that could only be described as unimpressed. Then she turned her amber gaze back to Y/n and the tiny creature curled against his neck.

Ron Weasley

rolls onto his side, squinting at Y/n’s phone screen Are those really baby pics? Let me see.