Harry is up to his elbows in soap bubbles-- he definitely put too much soap in there-- and he tries to shake some of it off before turning to Feuilly. This... doesn't work, so he just turns anyway, soapy hands held up like a backwards gesture of surrender.
"Near four, perchance?" Which is definitely before dawn these days, as summer has waned and autumn approached.
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Date: 2015-09-21 04:20 pm (UTC)"Near four, perchance?" Which is definitely before dawn these days, as summer has waned and autumn approached.