Harry woke the next morning, slightly confused about where he was. He had been expecting to see the ceiling of the closet
underneath the stairs and not the amazingly lavish common room of the Gryffindor tower. He blinked away the sleep and put
his glasses back on. He looked around and noticed that he was the first one to wake up on that Saturday morning. He glanced
down at his watch. It read 10:30. Harry yawned and stretched his arms.
"NO MORE SOUP!" Fred yelled out in his sleep, causing George, Hermonie, Ron, and a couple of the other girls to jolt awake.
"Did he just scream no more soup?" Ron asked as he rubbed his eyes.
"Yeah, he did," Harry answered.
"Yeah that's what I thought," Ron said as he shook his head.
"PLEASE NO MORE SOUP!! I BEG YOU!!!!" Fred screamed as he flung his arms.
"Shouldn't someone wake him?" Hermonie asked, a look of concern plastered upon her face.
"Naw, it would be worse if we did," George replied.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH NO MORE SOUP!" With a sudden jolt Fred sat up, his
eyes wide.
"Having the soup dream again mate?" George asked with a snicker.
"Shut up."
"Ah come on, it's an awesome dream."
"No it is not."
"What is the soup dream?" Hermonie asked, interrupting the twin's fight.
"They torture him by feeding him a lot of soup," George answered solemnly.
"DON'T TELL PEOPLE!!" Fred yelled as he slapped George in the head. The group erupted into laughter.
