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Late night pizza has become a bit of a habit recently, not that I can complain, and to celebrate the end of the week and probably along side some excuse about how dinner wasn't nice/I didn't have dinner because I felt ill, pizza is the only option.

As soon as the pizza's ordered Harry likes to check whether it is yet on it's way, and here is the proof of that incessant checking of how far away the pizza is, followed by the upsetting realisation that he's going to have to go outside to collect it.