“Ouch,” Michael said with an exaggerated wince as he pulled a chair over next to Terry’s bed and flopped himself on it. He would have flopped himself down on the bed directly, but Terry wasn’t looking 100% yet and so he wasn’t going to test him. He would content himself for now to sitting in the chair, but if he sat up then Mike wasn’t planning on staying on the chair long. He honestly wondered why Hogwarts couldn’t invest in some more comfortable desk chairs.
“My Christmas.” He grinned at Terry, lacing his hands in his lap. “It was good. I went home, obviously, as I’ve yet to have a Christmas here and wasn’t going to start this year. I got harassed by some brats and spent time with Mandy before Christmas, Boxing Day and for the new year. It rather sucked when they tried to call us all back early.”
And that brought up thoughts of his parents and how they’d tried to convince him to stay home. It hadn’t been easy for Michael to tell his mum no considering how much of a mum’s boy he was. It was easier when it was his father requesting it, but still. And then they’d tried to get him to at least try to convince his brother that he didn’t want to go next year and neither of them were happy with him when he wouldn’t do that either. “I do get the feeling that my mum will be getting my dad to help her make a howler to send to me at some point though.”
“But enough about me! Are you saying that you didn’t get to do anything fun for Christmas? Did you spend it all confined in bed? Were you out of the hospital in time for Christmas? I think it’d be rather crappy if you were stuck in there for the whole hols.” He honestly thought it was crap being stuck in there ever, but still. He was just glad that Terry was back and he hoped that he didn’t get sick again anytime soon.