Swears brushed past your lips as you rummaged through your trunk. Somehow, you'd used up all your white shirts in one week. There was the day it rained, and when your friends played mini Quidditch and you fell in the mud, and that other time...

"Oh, Harry!" You grinned, watching as the door to your dorm swung open. In his arms, he held a basket of fresh laundry, the soft scent filling the dormitory. "You're an actual lifesaver."

"That is what I prefer to be," he smiled.