Disposal, at your service
"Draco," he looked up from the couch at the sound of his name, "I need your help getting rid of, erm, something." Without waiting for his response, I left the room and made my way into my bedroom to look at the offender.
"What's up?" He'd followed me, as I knew he would, and followed my pointing finger, coming to the same conclusion I had. "Yeah, definitely too big to use magic."
He moved to the head while I took the foot, our eyes locking across the distance as we both lifted at the same time. We awkwardly made our way down the hall to my front door, where I had to set down my end long enough to open the door and step outside to ensure that our path was clear. With minimal grunting, we made it down the stairs and to the dumpster in the alley, where we unceremoniously heaved it in and closed the lid. With a slight smile on my face, the two of us headed back up the stairs to my apartment.
"So, Mione," he asked quietly, "I assume you've already ordered a new mattress?"
My reply, "It should be here in an hour. Care to give it a test drive?"