"But this bed is looking very comfortable-" As soon as Brooklyn sat down Harry grabbed her hand and pulled her up. "Hey!"

"Take this," Harry handed Brooklyn her school bag, "and let's go."

"What makes you think I want to watch you work out?" Brooklyn wondered.

Harry gave Brooklyn a look. "I don't need to be in your head to know that you do."

Brooklyn narrowed her eyes and shoved her bag into Harry's arms. "You can carry my things then."

"You're lucky you're you," Harry muttered and rolled his eyes as he walked out of his room.

"What does that mean?" Brooklyn asked as she followed him out.

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