‘Lie down, lie down…’ Parthir’s voice was hoarse.
Draco opened his eyes and looked towards the speaker. Noah, sitting on the bed next to him, seemed to be safe and sound, apart from half his face being charred.
‘So, how did we get on?’
‘Not too badly, but we lost anyway.’ The cadet shrugged indifferently. ‘Neither we nor Team Ten completed our main objectives. Though they did manage to complete more of the secondary ones.’
‘Ugh… Cedric’s probably gutted.’
‘It used to be worse; I’d even say he’s outdone himself by not making a scene in front of everyone.’
‘Motivating…’
‘Don’t complain; it really could have been worse.’
The dragon didn’t reply; he simply sat down, holding onto the frame.
‘You’ll get over it in a bit. It might take a while, but there’s no need to worry.’
‘I’ve lost count of how many times you’ve told me that.’
‘Exactly. We still need to sort out your hand.’ Noah called out to someone. ‘Luckily, it won’t be me.’
