"Fantastic. I don't know how to act on the word, so I suspect we are even," Michael responded, pleased that this wasn't just some sort of brief encounter than would end the moment they were away from the prying eyes of Pomfrey. He didn't like being bored, and seeing as he had just spent a few hours in bed being as bored as could be, there was no way he planned on returning to his dormitory and going to bed again.
"It's annoying as hell," Michael sighed, not wanting to start complaining about it, as he had done to himself enough. "I reckon I'll have a splitting headache tonight, but it will probably be gone by tomorrow. Or so I hope. That's what Pomfrey said, at least. What about you? Is the pain of losing the game much worse than the physical agony for you, too?"
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