Oh my word.

OH MY WORD.

Willie stuck his face onto Cy's back and held onto him some more, almost squeezing the breath out of the first year. He didn't' care. All this movement wasn't making him feel well and it was making him dread that he ate a tuna casserole with chocolate pudding with a ton of whipcream on it. Not only did he eat that, but he also munched on french fries, ate some chicken and drank lots of pumpkin juice.

His stomach was now a blender with all this movement.

"Th--Thy," he murmured, his stomach not feeling so good at the moment. "Th--Thloow DAAAOOWN." Willie yelled the last part in the air as their broom gave a BIIIIIIG jerk.

And then the worst of the worse happened.

Willie threw up.

On the Grindylow.