"Mumbles. I had a Silencing Charm up. Not a good one mind you -- I was half-asleep -- but enough to get by." He could always take the offensive and mention the shoe in the middle of the floor if anyone said anything in the morning.
Blaise removed the flannel and looked in the mirror. There wasn't enough light to tell, but it certainly felt bruised. He re-wet it and pressed it back to his eye. Hopefully Madam Pomfrey could get him sorted in the morning, though how he was supposed to sleep with a raging headache, Blaise had no idea.