Harry had gone in there hoping to have a life changing experience, something that would excite him and keep him on his toes every single day. But for the past couple of weeks, he’d been flat on his feet.
Yeah, he was bored.
So he was hoping for something exciting, as he left the garden and walked into the living room. He was hoping for some kind of mix up, something to get the house talking and bitching and buzzing again. That was why he was there, after all. If he wanted to be stuck in a house with people he got on with, eating shit food and living in squalor, he’d just go back to university.
He needed this.