There was a thump, and the door rattled, "Occupied," shouted Evan. He splashed some water on his hands then ran them through his hair. It was a slight improvement; Aunt Moony would tut disapprovingly, telling him only magic would make his hair behave. He heard a distant thump, and something was burning. He hoped this meant the air hostess would stop by with a snack. He needed something to sop up the alcohol. 