"Perhaps," he smirked. "I think I would've been dragged here eventually by someone in Ravenclaw. That or they would've kicked me out of the tower and made me sleep outside in the hallway while I recovered," Grant tried to laugh and wheezed when the cough overtook him. The coughing ripped through his chest, and it burned. So much.
Where the hell was Madam Pomfrey? He leaned back into the chair and wondered why she hadn't come to see him yet.