His body was screaming at him and then his pride took a turn when Macnair grabbed him and he was powerless to stop the man from manipulating him like a ragdoll. This was hell, this was his own personal hell goddamn. In all his years of clutching at his mother's apron strings this was somehow the most emasculated he'd ever felt in his life. Well maybe, time had dulled it but Noelle had certainly done her best both in life and posthumously. Particularly posthumously.

It was perhaps worth admitting to himself now that he would have to wait until he'd at least had a nap before he tried to go home. That prospect was almost as unpleasant as having to admit that that meant Macnair was right about something. He flopped back against the bed with a groan of discomfort and defeat, the sight of Macnair looming over him only made it worse. He tried to swing his leg at the other man to kick him although there was hardly any power in it if he even managed to make contact. "I'm leaving first thing in the morning and I'm not taking any more potions." If he felt better after some sleep he would rule out going to work although he was finally accepting the fact that it would probably be beyond his capabilities. "You will make sure I'm awake in time to send an owl to the Minister or else." Oh shit his owl... "I'll need your owl. It'd better be a fast flier."

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