Re: Spectator - Game 2
Dylan had his eyes closed and he lay next to Jamie, his head swimming and his stomach churning. He could hear James breathing being laboured but no more than his own, and since he was determined not to show James any hint of any symptoms he said nothing about James' either.
"Craig has a crappy sense of humour," he said lazily. "It's a known fact and Sirius I'm amazed you haven't hexed him already. You should."
He placed his arm over his eyes, because really the world was spinning too much when he opened them.