Michael had spent a lot of time since the Quidditch game laying in bed. Any hours he wasn't in class he was laying in bed. Pomfrey had given him a potion to make his body ache less, and a hot pad to keep on his back to ease the ache. Maybe his lack of magic meant that the usual things weren't helping him as well as they could.
The others were in and out as usual, checking on him, keeping him company, or just doing their own things in the dorm. But none of them ever knocked. Michael lifted his head slightly, looking over at the doorway. He felt as though he hadn't heard Stephen's voice for half his life.
"Hey," he said, closing his eyes and lowering himself down again. "What's up?"