There was a loud banging on my door, which I had been expecting, because my mother got all chirpy like that every Christmas morning.
“WAKE UP YOU TWO! IT’S TIME FOR PRESENTS!” She called.
Our sleep must have been incredibly calm, because I noticed right away that my hand was still wrapped up in Harry’s. He was still blissfully slumbering, his hangover keeping his head heavy, but he still looked incredibly peaceful.
Jamilton angst! (like one of them gets uber hurt or even dies or something) just...lotsa angst!