It was midnight.
Seamus sat up in bed.
"My foot itches!" he whined to Dean's bed.
The other boys slept on.
"My foot itches!" he told Harry's four-poster.
The other boys slept on.
"My foot itches!" he complained to Neville's snores.
The other boys slept on.
"SOMEONE SCRATCH MY GODDAMN FOOT!" he shrieked in agony.
The other boys slept on.
Seamus grumbled.
He grumbled again.
He grumbled for a long time.
He was a very good grumbler.
Then he fell asleep.
THE END