"Yeah, Professor - I fell. I fell onto Vincent Crabbe’s fist about five times," Kingsley coughed behind him, and Harry was certain he was disguising a laugh, "Not very bright that boy, but he’s got surprisingly good aim," he glanced over to Kinglsey and Dawlish, blinking sluggishly, wincing against the enormous headache he could feel building, "Why are there Aurors here? Seems a bit much,"