Ernie sighed and shook his head. Justin was in denial, which wasn't completely surprising. He put his butterbeer on the floor next to the bed and moved the crisps to Justin's other side, then rolled over so he could wrap his arms around his friend's waist in a warm hug.
"There, is that better?" he asked with his face partially smothered by Justin's chest.
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