"Do they now? Are they like owls then?" Seamus asked teasingly, as he started to pick at the second pastry he had picked up. A few flakes crumbled back into the container, but he finally just shrugged to himself and bit it in half.
Chewing some more, he didn't bother swallowing before trying to speak again. "Got drunk." Swallowing and grinning at his luck to not get a nail that time, he added, "Tripped on the walk home. Had a fun time trying to not to vomit in the ER. Your Muggle hospitals smell funny, you know that?"
When his mother had found out about their misadventure, she had almost made him come home, but his father had convinced her otherwise. What he didn't know was the flirting involved in that particular conversation, seeing as he was sleeping off a hangover and pain that he couldn't take any pills for. Fun night and morning that had been. "Reckon Mam could have healed it, but she refuses to get a telephone and I can't get a Floo connection over at Dad's." Popping the second half of the pastry into his mouth, he asked around his mouthful, "Got any milk mate? S'dry and-!" He couldn't finish what he had wanted to say when he started to choke.
Grabbing his throat, he started flailing around with his other hand.