Eventually, Daphne sat back up, setting Mr. Rumpel Fuzzy Butt down on the ground so she had more space to cuddle Harry. She wouldn't yawn again, and while she did suggest staying up all night, Daphne knew that would be too hard for her after she ran around London all day shopping for Harry's birthday. And making him food. Food that wasn't eaten, but she attempted it at least.
"Late is good enough for me," she said, suppressing a yawn, though it was apparent that wouldn't help all that much. She didn't want to sleep,she wanted to just lounge around with Harry and have fun like they had been since he got home. She reached behind him on the couch and grabbed the throw that rested on the back of the couch, wrapping them both up in it as she situated herself on the couch again, legs over lapping Harry's as they rested across his lap, the blanket stretching just enough to cover both of their arms.