He only just made it. Throwing the cubical door open and folding himself over the toilet, he heaved and was relieved of what had remained of the cakes and treats Fred and George had taken from the kitchens. His eyes watered and his nose ran, and he heaved again. He vomited once more before he was finally able to stop, and though he didn’t feel sick anymore, he now also had nothing to distract him from the splitting pain in his head.  