Harry turned back to the dresser in the wand-light and found his things - hiding under her things, which made sense if she'd been using it exclusively for three or four weeks. He scrambled clumsily into some blissfully well-fitting pyjama pants while she talked herself in circles.
"It's all right," he sighed, loosely folding the sheet and tossing it into a corner. He shook his head briskly, making his hair fly up, and scratched his scalp roughly where it was itching for some reason. He felt very odd in his own skin. "I remember everything." He hesitated. "Unless something else happened? Is everyone all right? The kids?"