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Lottiepot 
The Slytherin boys dorm rooms were a sight that had become very familiar with Terry, mainly because he had spent most of last year sat in them studying for his OWL exams and barely had the opportunity to get out. This term he was hoping it would be different. Despite having NEWT's in seventh year, he could use sixth year to both relax and occasionally revise because there was no way he could just wing the exams, that would guarantee him failure.
He plopped himself on his bed, throwing down his rucksack onto his pillow, its contents of textbooks and parchment paper spilling out onto his duvet covers. He wrinkled his nose at the mess, contemplating whether he could be bothered to tidy it up now or do it later. Deciding the latter was the better cause of action, he flopped backwards and stared up to the ceiling of the four poster bed.
Urgh. Where were the rest of the sixth years? He was starting to get a little bored.
Bueeeeeeeghhhhhh... backache.
Theo dramatically pushed the door to the dormitory open and flopped face down onto his bed, which funnily enough, did not do anything good for his
flipping backache. "
Ow-CH." He sat up and rubbed it, and may have quickly peeked a look around the room to see who was there to watch his show. No one? No on- TERRY!
Perfect.
His eyes shut again and he continued to rub his back even though it proved very difficult to do it on himself. Maybe Terry would rub his back for him. Why was this even crossing his mind? "
Hiii..." He said lazily.