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“Rise and shine Longbottom,” Pansy hums, launching a package at his duvet-covered chest.
A startled snort erupts from Neville and he blinks wearily.
“Parkinson? Wh-What’re you doing here?”
“You weren’t in the office,”
“I know,” Neville sits up, belatedly reaching for the package as it tumbles into his lap, “It’s my day off.”
Pansy stares at him expectantly, her brows rising ever so slightly.
“Ok- ok,” Neville sighs, accepting his plans for the day are rapidly transforming, “Give me a moment to get dressed… What is this any way?”
“A pastry,” Pansy smirks, “I heard men enjoy breakfast in bed.”