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"Yeah," With a groan, Trevor rolled back over and pushed himself onto his feet. She had been right, the bed and those sheets were too comfortable. "Trevor do this. Trevor do that. Falafel! Back a week and you're already ordering me around. He gave her a small salute and trooped out of the room.
"Come on you," Trevor poked the unconscious muggleborn with his boot before grabbing him by the arm and Disapparating to the Ministry. He didn't even know where a good falafel place was.