Nell came out his room, half-asleep still from the night before and hungry now for breakfast, or would it be lunch time. The client last night had been unwilling to leave no matter that it was the early hours of the mourning. Still, it was nice that Harry had allowed him some time to sleep him.
He made his way down the hallway, and then stopped, realising someone else was there as well. "I thought you were supposed to be sick." He said. "If you're just pretending you're going to be in so much trouble when I tell Harry."