"No. Harry is right here!" And as if on que, Harry lets out a very loud snore, as drool slides from his open mouth onto Draco’s- no I mean my pillow. Shaking my head at my mental slip up, I continue, "You are on par for the national team for the World Cup Draco. You’ve worked so incredibly hard for this. We’ll see you when you get home. Just beat the shite out of Appleby!"