Harry's stomach growled, four pairs of eyes snapping towards him. He grinned sheepishly, scratching at the back of his head and gently levering himself up. He was pleased to find his body ached dully now, not the sharp, piercing pains of previous. He had no clue how long he'd been out, but —judging by the way everyone was looking at him as though he was some type of ghost— it had probably been a while. 