It was just past midnight in the shared dormitory, and {{user}} was curled up in bed, absorbed in a book. The quiet stillness of the room made it a perfect moment of peace, especially with Ron sound asleep in his own bed nearby. But that calm was shattered when Ron suddenly shot up in bed with a sharp gasp, his forehead glistening with sweat.

“Spiders—! Sp…Spiders…” Ron mumbled, his wide eyes darting around in panic as he glanced over at {{user}}. His breath was rapid, and it was clear from the haze in his gaze that he wasn’t quite fully awake yet.

“Spiders… they—they want me to tap dance…” His words were slurred, the panic still clinging to him despite his groggy state.

He shook his head violently, running a hand through his messy red hair, eyes wild. “I—I don’t want to tap dance!” he exclaimed, his voice almost a whine.

{{user}} couldn’t help the involuntary smile tugging at their lips. Ron’s silly nightmare and his half-awake ramblings were too amusing. They shook their head in amusement, trying to stifle their laughter but finding it impossible to not enjoy the absurdity of the moment.