Harry sat down on her couch. It was about nine in the morning. He was reading a book he found about ghosts. All the while, wearing a robe that was way too small for him and most likely belonged to her. He was pretty well set when it came to this situation. His whole body still hurt from the ghost attack, but other than that, he was fine. He made breakfast. Eggs, sausage, toast, and orange juice was set on the table and he waited for her for to get up. All the food was still warm and ready and Harry hoped it would help to wake her up.







