A completely un-beta-ed drabble, loosely based on a real life happening. The first of many, hopefully. If you liked this, please read my other stories!
Nothing is meant to be insinuated in this, I swear.
Scheduling Friendship
(I know, crummy title, bear with me please.)
"What do we have next?" Ron asked worriedly.
"I have no idea," came Harry's sleepy reply.
"Is it potions? I haven't finished my homework yet."
"Dunno. If it is, Snape's gonna kill you, mate."
"Yup, but knowing my luck..."
In unison, without prior planning of any kind, they accidentally completed Ron's sentence together.
"Prob'ly is potions."
The two thirteen year olds looked at each other and grinned. Things like that happen when you're best friends.
"Actually," cut in a female voice sharply, "it's Charms next."
Ronald Weasley heaved a sigh of relief.
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