I glared as Emrys and Harry looked up at me, both of them trying not bust out laughing as they did. I glared even more as Emrys raised one fist over to Harry as she looked up again, biting her lip so she wouldn't laugh, although she was barely repressing a huge grin. Harry returned the fist bump, finally starting to laugh, a big, amused, belly laugh that he so desperately needed.
Goddamn wizards and their abilities to somehow tie you to the ceiling with blankets.