Cyril almost felt like he'd been drunk for days. Everything he'd done had been done by him, but he hasn't been in control of even the right of mind! But he could remember everything. Worst still, his emotions were all over the place. The lingering effect of being innocent and sixteen again.
And now he was hiding in his room in the pub because it seemed the magic still hadn't left him alone! He couldn't have a private thought. Any chance of lying and pretending he didn't remember the cringe worthy things his sixteen year old self had done wasn't going to happen.
He'd ordered food to to his room, so the knock at the door didn't come as a surprise. What was a surprise was the man on the other side. "Lu- Malfoy?!" He exclaimed, "what are you doing here? I thought I made it clear we weren't supposed to see one another again! I can't trust myself around you-"