"Morning, Harry," Ron mumbled as he shuffled his way past him. Harry nodded and made his way back to Tori's room. He slowly opened the door and it closed in his face.
"I'm not done getting dressed, you perv!" Tori shouted form the inside of the room, "You may now come in now." He came in and noticed Tori putting something away.
"I'm, uh, done with my shower," he muttered as he stared at her.
"What are you staring at? Didn't anyone ever tell you that it's quite rude to stare? Or point your finger and many, many other things," Tori said quickly, still unusually chipper being they were going to a funeral. The funeral of someone that she had known much longer than Harry. And yet, here she was happier than a chipmunk that found a lifetime's supply of nuts.
"Besides, I'm not done getting dressed just yet," she finished and went to fix her hair, looking at herself in the mirror.
"Um, Tori? If I slept in your bed, where did you sleep?" he asked unsure if he wanted to hear the answer.
"Next to you, silly," she replied and then laughed, "In my brother's room. It was much more comfortable in here I assume." Harry glanced at her nervously and then sat down on the bed, which had been made while he was in the shower. He wondered a moment whether she had made it, or had house elves like many families with her kind of money. He corrected himself. Their kind of money. They both had about the same amount to their names. She just had more family alive than he did.