"Ugh. Jesus. Get off my bed, fuck off! Go on!" Sam rolled his eyes and then started shoving Barty off his bed, staggering out of his own anyway as he got to his feet and while his bed had been saved by his sleep shorts hadn't. "I'm going to shower and you're going to go to bed or at least be in your bed, not engaging. And don't talk like that in front of anyone! I mean it!"

Sam lectured sternly as he stood there, wet patch on his pyjamas but still trying to be the authority here.

"Just knock it off, okay?" And with that, he started to storm off to the showers to try and get clean.