(Where do your fingers go?
When you sleep
Do they tremble on the edge of the bed
Or do you fold them neatly by your head)
*accustom
Harry woke up, settled on the bed and noticed the smell, it was not the smell of his bed, of his house... it was George's smell.
"yes..." remembered Harry, the long experiment of the day before...
It was not the first time Harry had to stay in George's apartment, or even in his bed, where George could watch over him and who insisted that he should monitor him in case of any adverse reaction.
Harry inhaled deeply. The smell of oranges, gunpowder and herbs filled his senses; he relaxed, falling asleep again.