"It's almost noon, isn't it?" Heath was sure it had been early when he'd gone that morning, but it couldn't be that early now - though even noon was earlier than he usually got out of bed.
Gideon's glare made his chest feel tight. He really did hate having a row with his best mate. He cleared his throat, sat the pasty down, and shrugged. "Turns out I'm not a muggleborn after all. Weird, that, isn't it? All these years, I never knew."