"Agrippa, Molly. I'm not a child."
"You're acting like one. Which draw do you want for your socks?"
"The one on the right."
She ignored him, opening the left.
"I don't see why you still haven't unpacked," Molly uttered.
"I just haven't gotten around to it yet. I was hoping that considering this is our final year I could spend my time with my girlfriend instead of watching her sorting my socks by colour."
"Firstly you are spending time with me, and secondly I am sorting them by what season they should be worn in, not by colour. By colour would just be idiotic. Besides do you think the Minister of Magic has a messy sock draw? No. I can tell you now that he doesn't."
"And how would you know?"
"I just do." The girl raised her chin an inch higher, trying to seem sure of herself.
Wilbur lay down on his bed being far too exhausted with all of this to reply. He couldn't believe that whilst everyone else was off for the first Hogsmeade trip of the year he was stuck in his dormitory watching Molly fold socks. It wasn't that he particularly cared for Hogsmeade, in fact he found the dwelling rather boring, but still he would have liked the option to go. It wasn't even as though he could take advantage of the fact he had his girlfriend alone; every time he tried to give her a kiss at school, Molly would push him away and scold him for being a distraction.
"Boxers?"
"Whichever draw you didn't put the socks in." He looked up to see that Molly was already putting the boxers in the draw without even waiting for his reply.