This doesn't look good. George Weasley thought as he investigated the hole on the side of his head. It had been two weeks after Snape had blown his ear off his head that night.
It had been past midnight and everyone was asleep. It had been a bussy day, everyone had been very helpfull preparing everything for the wedding that would take place in two days.
George carefully unwrapped the bindings around his head and gasped a bit out of pain. There was still a bit blood coming out of the wound and he was sure it was infected. George took a towel and covered it in cold water. He let out a little yelp when he pressed it carefully against his head.
Suddenly he heard something in one of the rooms near the bathroom. He quickly put out the lights with his wand and hide in a corner. A few moments later he saw his mother going downstairs.
Probably thought of something for the wedding in her sleep, poor woman.George thought. Better go back to bed before Fred misses me.
The nineteen year old Weasley wrapped the bindings back over his head with a painfull face. He neatly hid everything that would give away his presence in the bathroom and made his way to his room.