"Hmm?" Oh, yes," he let out absently, slipping his hands in his pockets, "funny, very funny." But even though they joked, his eyes still flicked over his watch's face. "Oh, you know, only by three hours, or so. I do get quite cranky when they make me stay up past 6."
Actually, he could have drooled right on the spot thinking of what it would mean to go to bed at six in the evening instead of six in the morning. He tried not to groan at the thought. He didn't suffer from the lag in time so much as he suffered from the entire absence of enough time. "However, my pillow and I won't be talking until a few more hours at least." The effort to not groan was valiant. "But if I end the day with ensuring Mira hasn't nastily killed a Quidditch player with her bare hands, it will at least be a productive one."
He let a rare opportunity in ragging Nora about her decided unease with water pass, merely walking up to her and watching the ripples of the blue-black Aegean sea below them from the distance she had deemed safe. He slid one hand out to scrub over his face in an attempt to be marginally chipper, trying to ignore the fact that his nose had gone numb in the cold. "When did you get in?"
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