Harry and the other boys headed upstairs to wait (and make sure of last minute piles). Neville opened the door, only to jerk to a stop. Harry ran into him with a muffled grunt, and they stumbled into the room, barely leaving room for the other two.
“Nev, why’d you – “ Dean, being the tallest at the moment, poked his head over Neville’s shoulder. “-stop.”
The others were too busy staring in utter disbelief at the absolute chaos that had overtaken their formerly spotless dorm. Ron looked up from the middle of the mess and smiled weakly. “Hey guys.”
“What the bloody hell happened in here?” Seamus exclaimed.
“Well, I was looking for my Exploding Snap pack, and erm, I found them. In my trunk. At the bottom, under all my stuff. And, well, they react to being exposed to light after a certain amount of time, so they kind of, reacted. All over everything.” Ron mumbled.
“Knowing the load of junk you have in that trunk, I’d react like a vampire to sunlight too at the exposure to fresh air.” Harry muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes. “Dobby!”
The house elf appeared instantly. “Harry Potter called Dobby?”
“Yes. Dobby, will you return this room back to the way it was before we left, and move all of Ron’s belongings to his bed for him to sort through?” Harry requested politely. “This way, you can sort through all of your stuff as you pack, since your trunk is now empty, and discard what you you don’t want as you go. You’re my friend, Ron, but I’m not touching your junk with a ten foot broom.”
Put that way, the redhead couldn’t argue, although he looked like he desperately wanted to. Dobby snapped his fingers, and just like that, the mess was contained to Ron’s already messy bed. Professor Lupin could be heard, talking cheerfully and a bit loudly as he climbed up the stairs, his voice growing closer, so the house elf disappeared instead of groveling in front of Harry like he usually did.
“Hello boys! Are you ready for me?” Lupin called cheerfully, stepping into the room and looking around. His eyes widened at the pile on Ron’s bed, but he diplomatically said nothing, instead clapping Neville on the shoulder before following the boy to his area. Ron worked in sulky silence as Lupin made a thorough inspection of each area, gently pointing out a few places that needed a bit more attention, before smiling in satisfaction. “Well! Except for Mister Weasley, who had a bit of a late start, I’d say you have all have passed with flying colors, and will pass on my recommendation to your Head of House. She has the final say, of course.” Dean pretended to pass out on his bed in relief, making the werewolf’s grin widen. “Now, there’s a bit of time before dinner, so you have the freedom to do as you wish, within reason of course. Unfortunately, that does mean no flying, as the pitch has already been closed off for maintenance and repairs, but that does leave the rest of the school open to possibilities, doesn’t it?” He laughed as the four boys whooped and darted past him, out the portrait hole and off to their own mischief before he could change his mind.