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Harry has had, it must be said, better nights than last night. Any morning that begins with finding your clothes and picking fur and sinew out from between your teeth is generally not high on his list of best possible mornings. Still, there have been far worse ones in his past.
Also, he doesn't seem to have encountered any tofu monsters last night, which is a big damn step up.
He can just about manage the concept of 'indoors' without his slow-fading case of claustrophobia overwhelming him today, so that's where he is at the moment: in the Bar, having washed up and made himself presentable, with a bowl of oatmeal and a plate of distinctly fake bacon.
Also, he doesn't seem to have encountered any tofu monsters last night, which is a big damn step up.
He can just about manage the concept of 'indoors' without his slow-fading case of claustrophobia overwhelming him today, so that's where he is at the moment: in the Bar, having washed up and made himself presentable, with a bowl of oatmeal and a plate of distinctly fake bacon.