Property and Territory
We circled like two cats trapped in each other's territory. In bed it was, "shove over, Weasley," while I told him there was plenty of room — on the floor. Finally I'd had enough; pulled some strings and managed to trade for an illegal extra blanket. I tossed it at him:
"Here. Got you your own blanket."
I could tell that stung. I felt a little guilty.
