She was going through his coat, he thought — he didn't remember if there was anything in the pockets other than general detritus, but she might find some laudanum from when he'd gotten here yesterday, or maybe a few loose knuts.

"I think I have work in a few hours," he said. A few hours, Quidditch practices weren't early, he didn't need to be there until ten or so — but he did still need to be there, at some point. And time could get a little weird for him, on laudanum, especially now when he was unused to it and was not actually convinced he'd slept at all.

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