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Post by James Potter on Aug 3, 2012 23:27:07 GMT
James groaned and felt his stomach churn at the thought of what Sirius was describing. "I think I'd rather stick to toast..." He murmured as he flopped back. Anything more than that was making him feel rather queasy to even just think about.
Lucky for Sirius not having this headache though... It almost made James wonder if he'd done something stupid that resulted in a head injury of some kind... that would at least explain why he was feeling so much worse. James scoffed and muttered, "Lucky my arse, mate." He would so much rather be the one who could just get up and go this morning, but even the 5 - 10 minutes he'd spent up and moving had been enough to make his head feel ten times as bad as when he started.
James couldn't be bothered to reply. He could already feel himself sinking into the soft comfort of his pillows and groped around blindly till he grabbed the end of his duvet and he pulled that up around him too. "Sure sure... ten. Just be quiet. I don't wanna wake up just yet."
With that, James snuggled himself down further under the covers and enjoyed the silence and darkness, and the fact that he could just sleep away this hangover. Hopefully he'd be feeling better after a couple more hours...
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