Harry stepped inside, eyebrow raised. "I thought you were asleep, young man." He commented, shutting the door behind him. "Or have you got bored of resting now?" He asked, nodding towards the book of plays. Nell and Robin were as bad as each other. When they were ill, sick, tired, or otherwise meant to be resting, they reused, wandered around, read, stayed up all night or generally made things as difficult as possible. Was it because they were restless, bored, or because (at least in Nell's case) he was frightened the other boy would take on the upper-hand while he was recovering?
"Until you're throat's better, you aren't going to be onstage. You might as well give it a rest, Robin."