"It's not intelligence that makes you avoid every possible confrontation. I believe it's... yes, I have it on the tip of my tongue... oh right, cowardice," Percy answered.
"And since I was previously not feeling well, I might have forgot everything I said before, and I'm perfectly fine now." He moved slowly as he sat up and then got out of bed. He moved across and reached Cass' bed, he cupped Cass' cheek and leaned down to kiss him chastely. "I'm not drunk, I'm not hallucinating, but I am a Gryffindor, and what you said made perfect sense," he told Cass, before returning to his bed and slumping on it.