Miles agreed with her wholeheartedly. "I mean, if neither of us remembered, and there was no obliviation involved, then we couldn't have been capable of asking for anything like that." Miles was already thinking of what he was going to ask Dolohov when they saw him on Monday.
"I mean, can he truly officiate something like that anyway? He even said he wasn't on his ship." Miles didn't know, but something wasn't adding up, and they were just going to have to wait.
"Yeah, I don't think I really want to explain it to anyone," he admitted. "At least when it gets fixed we can laugh about it and chalk it up to experience. I'm never drinking fire vodka again." He knew he'd said it before, but now, well, this was a whole lot more worse than waking up with Higgs.
Something Daphne had said finally sunk through his brain, and he stopped kissing her, even though he didn't want to. "Wait, you think the tattoos - the headaches -- that there's some spell connected to this?" No wonder he was feeling so... calm. It was so unlike him.