Harry nearly fell out of the Knight Bus, clutching at his owl's cage like a life-line.
And Steve was giggling.
Cedric was trying to keep face, but, well, it was really hard to see the same boy who had killed a basilisk. And he looked one moment away from spewing whatever he had for breakfast. The Great Harry Potter, felled by a bus.
"That was terrible," said Harry hoarsely.
Seemingly in agreement, his owl gave an angry hoot.
"Better than a port-key," said Steve sagely, "Can never land properly with that, and I always end up sick from the spinning."
"Slightly better than Floo powder. I turned up in knockturn alley the one time I used it," said Harry, face still green.
He seemed to be unable to move from his crouched position, Hedwig's cage between his legs, his face pressed against the bars. Eyes squeezed tight.
"Ever felt Apparition?"
"Appa what?"
"You pop from one place from another. Feels like you're being squeezed through a tube. Mind, sometimes you leave pieces of yourself behind if you do it wrong."
A single emerald eye peeked up at Steve.
"Pieces of yourself?"
"Had an Aunt who left her whole leg behind. Nasty thing. Nearly lost it."
Harry made this face, nose wrinkled and his face turning a touch pale underneath the green of nausea.
"What in Merlin's name is wrong with Wizards?"
Cedric finally laughed.