Byron and the others rolled back at incredible speed, taking less than fifteen minutes in total.
When the three of them rolled into the castle, several students in the Great Hall were thoroughly puzzled.
What had happened to those Slytherin sixth-years?
Had Snape given them detention?
"How do we get upstairs?"
"No idea."
"He can't see us anyway, so why not..."
The three dazed students looked at one another. After resting for a few minutes, they slowly got to their feet.
Byron was helped up to the second floor, where Madam Pomfrey reset the bones in both his arms beneath her exceptionally displeased glare.
"Drink this. Don't lift anything heavy for the next few days."
Her potion tasted utterly vile as well.
Exploring the Forbidden Forest, were they? Falling from the top of a tree by accident, were they? How could they learn their lesson otherwise?
After some simple bandaging, the three of them slunk out of the Hospital Wing.
"What do we do? They won't let us off."
"Return the Gold Galleons doubled," Byron said firmly.
"No matter how much they offer us in the future, I'm never touching anyone from the Owl Court again."
"Me too. Wayne is terrifying."
"That look in his eyes clearly said he wanted to kill us. If this were outside the school, I'm sure you'd already be meeting old Merlin."
Byron shrank his neck back. "Speaking of that, both my arms are starting to ache again."
"Madam Pomfrey didn't—well, I can understand. Even our president doesn't really dare provoke him."
"Wayne!"
The two students immediately flattened themselves against the stairwell.
"Wayne wha—" Byron also dropped down.
Vincent twitched the corner of his mouth.
He had merely been passing by. It was not as if he intended to do anything to them.
"Get up.