Eward didn't usually get sick, so mornings after a heavy night drinking were simply remembered by a pounding head rather than leaving a mess for his servants to clean. Tangled up in the bedsheets in his room, Eward was very naked and all too sober for Harry's visit but it wasn't like the notorious Lord was going to move and make himself respectable. The woman he had slept with the night before had been promptly escorted out at six that morning so the poor man could catch up on sleep, he was so exhausted and she didn't seem to know the words 'Can't', 'Drunk' or 'Wait a minute'. It was with bleary eyes and a hoarse throat that Eward attempted a reply to his friend who was making such a noise around the halls. He hoped his sisters didn't hear him.
"I am in my room!" he yelled back, though stopped abruptly as his head squeezed in protest at the volume. "You know where it is. Be quiet."