Victor raised a single eyebrow as Ned jumped on the couch with such force, it was a miracle he didn’t end up rolling right off onto the cold stone floor. “I take it you were having a bad dream,” he said, ignoring his friend’s question about the heart attack. It wasn’t like Hall to wake up so startled; Victor was used to him either taking his time to wake up, usually with a smile on his face brought on by the veela beauties that occupied his dreams. Whatever he was dreaming with this time, however, was definitely not a veela.

As the English boy questioned his rude awakening, Victor replied simply, “I just finished Cavendish’s detention.” It had only taken what, like ten hours?