As far as Elijah was concerned, if he didn’t ask his father if he could go to Hogsmeade and put up at least a semi-decent fight if he said no, he was being a complete coward and wasn’t trying hard enough to be with his friends and his girlfriend. But, in truth, no matter how much he wanted to see them all, and no matter how bored out of his mind he was, Elijah was secretly relieved that he was reluctant because it gave him the excuse he needed to stay home where he felt safe. “I know,” he answered, rolling his eyes and leaning back in his chair like he was annoyed at his father’s comment about him still healing, “It’s not like I’m planning on playing Quidditch. It’s going to a couple of shops, getting some butterbeer, hanging out with friends, you know?” Of course, that much effort sounded exhausting. He sighed, “I just… I don’t see how making me die of boredom is any better. At least let me go back to the shop so I can work if you’re not even going to let me do anything fun.”