"We have tea, at least," he pointed out. "Though it probably needs a few more minutes to cool down." He had never quite mastered the art of boiling water at the exact right temperature. "Should have brought some biscuits, then we could survive till teatime, easy." He sighed and settled back into the pillows, dark hair sticking up all over. "Probably shouldn't tempt fate after the Quidditch shed incident. You don't remember, but we were stuck in there for two full days. It was bloody cold, too."