Harry got back from doing something Uma told him to do. He set his sword in the bucket with others, calling out to Uma. "It's done, Uma!" He then walked to his room, bored. What he wasn't expecting was to find Him in his room, on his bed, reading. "Gil. How many time have I told you not to enter my room while I'm gone?" He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow, leaning against the door frame.