But I'm a realist! Al was about to protest when the word 'migraines' stopped him. He understood it all too well.
So he nodded, confirming the plans and ducking out. His mind was already scoping out the idea of a perfect dungeon for tomorrow's experiment. It had to be an exotic and dangerous location! A secret Muggle dungeon underneath the old bookstore full of unspoken, tentacled terrors and incredible treasure.
And dragons. There had to be dragons!
Only when beginning a long trek outside the castle gates did Al realise two things. It was really, really late. And he never did ask Peter Pettigrew about Grandfather James' dinner invitation.