On Saturday morning, Albert woke up early. Darkness still blanketed the room, and the howling storm outside lashed against the windowpanes.
"So cold." The dormitory was freezing. Albert curled up into a ball inside his warm blankets, intending to catch a few more hours of sleep. After all, today was Saturday; even if he slept until noon, no one would care.
Of course, Albert's wish did not come true. Around eight-thirty, he was woken up by the noises of Fred and George getting out of bed.
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