you were sitting on your bed, studying for your upcoming charms exam. you were hard at work when suddenly your door swung open. “hey, love,” you groaned and rolled your eyes. “go away.” “nice to see you too.” he closed the door behind him. “it’s not nice to see you. go away.” “someone’s in a mood.” he smirked and you rolled your eyes in response. he then jumped on top of you, crushing you. “george! what the hell?! get off of me you great prat!” you cried, your voice muffled by his jumper.