"No, I remember eating Sunday roast beef in the Great Hall with an extra helping of Yorkshire pudding," Vindictus gulped and the memory quickly fizzled to remembering a burning pain in the pit of his stomach. He was beginning to sweat and somehow got to his feet. He looked up from the bucket and his face was pale green. "I think I'm gonna hurl." He stuck his face in the bucket and staggered out of the room.