William had been safely ensconced behind a desk during the war, but luckily he'd also passed his Owl in Herbology. "Wow," he said, pausing in the doorway and eyeing the room's leafy occupants. "That is a lot of flitterblooms."
He found an armchair free of any clutter and sat, trying to make himself comfortable enough to nod off. "Stop cleaning," he told Spencer. "It's not conducive to sleeping. And you've seen my dorm room in sixth-year, this hardly compares."