"For feck sake! Why the fuck is it so cold!" An angry Irishman could be heard throughout the cabin swearing.
It was 5am and Conall was unable to sleep due to the cold. All the windows and doors were closed and had the appropriate draught excluders to keep in the heat and keep the unwanted temperature out.
Conall went straight into the living room and put the fire on before wrapping himself up in at least 5 blankets and tuning the TV into Netflix.
10 minutes into his show, Grimm, Conall muted the TV as he heard footsteps inching closer. He slowly crept towards the door holding the TV remote like a bat and waited.
"Hey Con-"
Smack!
Liam walked into the living room and the moment he did, Conall swung the remote into his face as hard as he could, destroying the TV remote.
"Oh fuck!" Conall cursed and dropped the remains of the remote before becoming instantly concerned about his best friend. "Liam are ya alright?"
Liam gave Conall the biggest death stare he could muster. "Do I fucking look alright? You hit me in the face with the TV remote! What the fuck are ya doing shouting at 5 in the fucking morning?"
"Because it's fucking cold that's why!" Conall stated with a small frown. "Sorry I woke ya though, didn't mean to."
"Because you were cold?" Liam scowled.
"Yeah." Conall nodded and earned himself a punch in the face from Liam. He held his face and looked at Liam. "The fuck was that for!?"
"Oh I don't know, just punching an inhuman with the power to control the fucking temperature for waking me up by shouting and complaining about the fucking temperature!" Liam stated, obviously annoyed and pissed off.
Conall looked at Liam with an apologetic expression. "Sorry mate. I couldn't sleep and it was cold and I wasn't thinking. Sorry." He told him.
Liam sighed and ran a hand down his face. "S'alright Con." He replied. "Since I'm up and it will be impossible ta go back ta sleep, want a brew?" he asked.
Conall smiled at the question. "well since ya offerin, I'll have a cup o tea." He answered him.
Liam nodded and walked into the kitchen, making himself a coffee and Conall a cup of tea. With a smirk he placed a spell on Conalls drink, one that would knock him out for a couple hours. He walked back out to the living room and passed Conall the mug of tea as he sipped his own coffee. "There ya go mate."
"Cheers Liam!" Conall grinned and used his powers to cool his drink down just a little and drank it all in one. "You gave me too many sugars." He complained before falling face firth onto a cushion that was on the ground, unconscious.
"Good at least now you'll shut the fuck up." Liam stated before smirking a little. Conall had told him how he did Zoology and how much he loved animals so Liam decided to use a little magic on him and turn him into an animal. "Weasel? No he'd be fast then." He muttered and kept talking to himself as he thought of something.
After a couple of minutes thinking he pointed his wand at the sleeping Irishman and muttered the transfiguration spell, turning him into a small animal. A turtle. He took a few pictures of him and chuckled. "Ya make a cute turtle." He stated. "At least now you'll be quiet."