you haven’t seen your boyfriend, ron, all day. you usually spend every minute together. EVERY MINUTE. you knock on his dorm door, waiting patiently. he doesn’t answer.

you open his door, closing it behind you. you look around his room and see him sprawled out on his bed, asleep. his hair was messy, his white sheets laid over him in a disoriented manner. it’s only 5pm. you shake him gently.

“hm?”