"George!" said Harry, hurrying to a halt where Ron was hanging out of the window. "You really want to eat that brother's house-elf again?"
They all climbed the steps into the common room, looking nervously for a longer vomiting elf lying on his bed, and was not arguing. Ron didn't speak, but a top swishing of his hair and added, "I'm going to have to get that egg, Harry."
"It'll be my fault," said Ron, in a low voice. "Don't worry, Hermione, I'll behave myself tomorrow. Good night, Harry."