The older boy would agree to Dave's evaluation of uncomfortable hospital chairs. He smirked, letting out a soft chuckle, leaning his head back against the pillows propped up behind him. It pulled against the muscles in his shoulder and he hissed - he'd never been the best at following medical advice.

"It wasn't exactly what I had in mind when I joined the team, but I should have expected this kind of thing would happen eventually." He laughed shortly. "Graham.. Merlin, I'm paired up against him in that bloody duelling tournament. That's going to be a laugh."