Daily drabble

"Oh, my head. What hit me?"

Harry looked up from where he was dressing at Ron who had rolled over and pulled his pillow over his head in defense against the morning sun blazing through his windows.

"The floor, I think," Harry replied unconcernedly. "Fred said they had some trouble getting you up the stairs."

"Those bloody bastards," Ron moaned. "Why didn't they tell us what was in those stupid marshmallow things?"

Harry smirked. "Presumably because that would have spoiled the fun of watching you get toasted on marshmallows."