"I was bored," he said, as if this was a perfectly reasonable excuse for sober night flying. Which, to Ken, it was. He did all kinds of stupid things because he was bored and/or in a bad mood. Ironic, wasn't it, that he was in a much better mood now that he was in pain.
"Dull," he said. "Most of the time. Like I said, I wouldn't have bothered coming in if it wasn't for my eye. It hurts if I blink, more sharply, and I dunno if it's serious or not. I wouldn't mind being a one-eyed guitarist," he added thoughtfully, "but it would screw up my pickup Quidditch game, and I can't be having that. So I hope if something's wrong, it's fixable."