Ernie's face, if possible, flushed a lot more, though this time it wasn't in embarrassment. "Well, whoever it was, he was rather brilliant with his bat. I don't remember as much as I should, but I don't think I was able to walk for a day or two. I definitely haven't had gin and tonics since that night, either."
He coughed to clear his throat and tried desperately to return to himself a sense of decorum. "So, your physical condition. Healing I mean." It was all it took to not douse himself with an aguamenti. "The diagnostic noted a couple of places where there's still some minor bruising that hasn't been healed by the potions and rest, but unless you've any complaints, they should go away in a day or so. Did Wesley say you'd be back on the pitch for a certain date?"