It was a quiet morning in the Kaplan family house, but the birdsong still felt like a hammer to the head to the formerly-sleeping mage. He pulled the pillow over his face.
"Mmmrfff".
"I see," Echoed Teddy's amused voice.
"Mrrrrfffffff".
"Billy, if you think this is bad, wait until your mom get ahold of you."
"Mrrrff?"
"Mainly because, after two glasses of champagne, you had to be dragged out of Kate's sister's anniversary party before people realised you'd started chanting a spell that involved Tom Cruise, Brad Pitt and a boxful of ferrets."
"Mff mffpp. Mrrrrmff mrrmm mrrf mrrrrmmp?"
"No, you only got as far as the ferrets. And since you'd trained then to serve drinks, most people thought they were just part of the entertainment."
"Mrrrf myymmp mrrrmp mfff?"
"Well... Prmoise not to freak out?"
"Mmmf."
"Damned right, really. well, at least magic your hangover away, you're going to want to be sober to deal with this."
There was a pause for a moment, followed by muffled chanting. A blue glow was dimly visible through the pillow for a moment, before Billy sat up, fixing Teddy with a serious stare.
"Okay. I no longer have a hangover. So... Why does my chest hurt?" Teddy smirked.
"Look down, Bill." Billy pulled out the neck of his white button-down, staring down his chest, going pale.
"It's... It's a..."
"Nipple piercing?"
"You don't have to sound so smug about it!"
"What can I say? Brad Pitt did a good job!"