[Waking up in Albert's bed would have been confusing enough, but no — Harry had to wake up in Albert's bed with something small and furry on his face that shocked him when he poked it.
All that and a hangover.
Anyway, skipping past an awkward exit and a too-hot shower and a mostly untouched breakfast, Harry is now seated on the living room couch with his beautiful new baby in hand.
...no, not the Emolga; we're talking about his guitar. He plucks gently at the strings to get a feel for it and makes some slight adjustments in the tuning, thinking all the while how pleased he is that his friends chose such a perfect gift. It's almost enough to distract him from the fuzzy memories of the day and night prior, but they stubbornly remain. For this reason, the first song he decides to play and quietly sing along with is a lot slower and a little sadder than it should be.]
open; wednesday
All that and a hangover.
Anyway, skipping past an awkward exit and a too-hot shower and a mostly untouched breakfast, Harry is now seated on the living room couch with his beautiful new baby in hand.
...no, not the Emolga; we're talking about his guitar. He plucks gently at the strings to get a feel for it and makes some slight adjustments in the tuning, thinking all the while how pleased he is that his friends chose such a perfect gift. It's almost enough to distract him from the fuzzy memories of the day and night prior, but they stubbornly remain. For this reason, the first song he decides to play and quietly sing along with is a lot slower and a little sadder than it should be.]