goodnight, sleep tight
@soundsofwinter
Harry flung his pillow over to Ron, hitting him square in his sleeping face. Had he really wanted to end his suffering over Ron’s snoring, he would’ve just cast a spell, and be done with it. But there was always a large amount of satisfaction that came with waking Ron up in a less than gentle manner. His best friend was as ridiculous as he was loyal, and maybe that was why Harry could never cast a spell to quiet the snoring. The snoring at least meant that he was there. That he was alive.
“Oi, you’re doing it again.”
Harry had a huge grin on his face, the sort that James Potter, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin would be proud of. It screamed of mischief, and youth, and although the last time he saw their faces wasn’t a moment he’d like to recall often--he knew they’d appreciate the fact that despite everything, he could still throw a mean pillow.