Guitar

Poke.

Poke. ‘Draco.’

‘Mmfh.’

Poke.

‘Hey, Draco.’

'He's sleeping.’

‘Thanks for the guitar, even if apparently my songs are awful.’

‘Don’t worry, your songs are better than Hermione’s drawings.’

‘True. Thanks.’

Silence, then a snore.

And then...

‘Hermione can’t draw, Hermione can’t draw, Hermione cannot draw...'