Jake snorted, shaking his head in amusement. "Calm down, Scammander. I'm not Healer Goldstein. You don't have to piss your pants in front of me, yeah?"
He stripped off the robes he was wearing which were spotted with blood and other substances and threw it into the receptacle for the cleaning staff to launder. Underneath, Jake wore a white tank top and black trousers.
"What a fucking shift," he groaned, toeing off his shoes. "I feel like I've been hit by a whole trunk of bludgers. With the trunk."