Sylvia's POV:
"What happened to you?" I looked at Harry, bewildered.
Harry stood up and pouted, looking like a sad, homeless puppy. "There's an empty bed in your room, right? Let me stay with you. Look, I've brought my pillow and—"
But before Harry could finish his sentence, Flora bonked him hard on the head. "Are you insane?! This is the girls' dorm!"
Harry blinked his watery eyes and whined, "Aren't we supposed to be friends? I don't even see you as she-wolves anyway!"
This only made things worse. Flora stomped her foot and flicked his forehead. "Wake up, you idiot!"
"What's wrong with your room?" I asked, struggling to stifle my giggles.
Harry tinkered with the corner of his quilt and said falteringly, "I... I don't want to share a room with John."
Flora clicked her tongue with disdain. "He beat you a few times, so what? Why do you hate him so much? You're too judgmental."
"I'm not!" Harry protested loudly. "How could I take such trivial things seriously? It's just... Well,
I..."
"Just what?" Flora snapped impatiently. Then, she seemed to catch a whiff of something and sniffed Harry suspiciously. "You ate fried chicken behind my back!"
Harry licked his lips and smiled like a mischievous fox. "I left some for you, on the condition that you let me sleep in your room."
Hearing this, Flora hesitated. Finally, she snorted and wrinkled her nose. "First, tell us why you hate John so much. Does he bully you in private?" "What? No!" Harry puffed his chest indignantly. "I'm the one who bullies others, not the other way around."
"Sowhydon'tyoujustkickjohnoutofyourroom?" Flora rubbed her chin, lost in thought. "That way you wouldn't have to stay in our room or share a room with him."
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