"Harry, Harry, wake up!" A voice yelled.
Harry couldn't wake up. He felt very confused. Harry was always confused. But something happened all of a sudden.
*WHOOSH*
A bucket of water fell onto Harry like a small waterfall. He woke up suddenly.
"AH" he screamed.
"Harry, you were having a bad dream or something. You were crawling around on the floor talking about wanting a strong powerful man." Hermanonie said.
"How...how did you know?" Harry asked, shivering.
"I didn't. I guessed but now we know"
Hermanonie felt a connection with Harry. They both wanted a strong powerful man. Hermanonie thought of Maldono. He was five feet tall and twelve years young. The definition of a grown man. She hoped to marry him one day. She dreamed of cooking him wonderful meals.
"Are you awake Harry?" Frognal asked.
"Do you have a 60 second delay or something?" Hermanonie snapped.
Frognal felt like he wasn't appreciated very much. He had a big heart and wouldn't bring it up though. He liked having friends. It was rare for people to tolerate his smell and if they stayed his friend, they must genuinely like him as a person. Frognal wasn't very smart but he did have the benefit of being present when needed.
Harry had two great friends who he felt he could rely on. He was now shivering and feeling like he was dying in the arctic, but it takes a strong bond of friendship to have people worry so much about your well-being.