I slept well that night. I was curled around the beam in Adrian's room, wrapped in an actual blanket, hanging off it from the waist up. However, at around two in the morning, I felt something forcing itself up my throat. Puke spilled out, so I crashed to the floor and hurried to the bathroom. Hurling in the bath, the foul taste of barf rushing past my tongue, I began to wonder whether the beer was worth it.
Meanwhile, Adrian began to stir. He looked down at the trail of puke and sighed. This wasn't the first time I've had a hangover this bad and Addy's hangover cure was a bit... unpleasant.
Suddenly, I heard the clanking of metal. Adrian always wears his armour  because he's paralysed so it acts like an extension of his body. It's a long story.
"You alright?" he asked, walking into the bathroom. I looked up at him, taking my head out the bath, before the contents of my stomach flooded into my mouth and I stuck my head back in. He walked up to me, wrapped his hand around my waist, and started feeling underneath my rib cage.
"I'm alright," I laughed nervously, in between barfs. I tried to wriggle free, but he held me too tightly. He raised his fist a little, and gave my stomach a sharp tap. He made my skin bounce inwards (he has insane strength) and shoved everything I'd eaten in the past forty eight hours into the light. It felt like giving birth from my throat. I leaned over, as a rainbow of puke erupted from my gob like a volcano.
"The idea is to make the beer come out, not my entire stomach!" I yelled, the last bit of sick dropping from my mouth and trickling messily down my chin. Adrian ignored me, and said," I'm going to get breakfast."
I watched him go down the stairs and I looked at the mess I'd made. You're kidding me, right? I grabbed a mop and started cleaning up the line of barf, emptied the bath and rinsed my tail. Then, I got back onto the beams. Because I'm so big, I have to hang off the roof so my tail doesn't get in the way of any people below.
When I had finished, I went downstairs. As usual, I saw Alister's 'glass coffin' that he uses instead of a bed. Alister breathes out that weird gas when he sleeps so he always rests in a glass coffin with air holes at the bottom, so that he doesn't sedate half the house. I hung above the kitchen table, watching Adrian make bacon and eggs hungrily. My mouth tasted like puke, so I got a glass of water to wash it out. I had to come off the beam to drink it vertically, and although it washed most of it off, it was still pretty bad.
"So why are you here?" asked Adrian, flipping a piece of bacon. "Even though it would be flattering, you're not here to see me or Medusa."
I perked up. "DAMN I ALMOST FORGOT!" I shouted, running up the stairs, passing the grandfather's clock and hurried towards my bag. I grabbed a sheet of paper and dashed downstairs. I slammed it on the kitchen table: it was a form for the magic competition, specifically the wannabe-general section. Adrian turned around, read through it and asked, "You want to be a general? Do you have a magic weapon?"
I shook my head, pulling a sheet from underneath the form.
"I came across this in the library back home. It's said to be found in the centre of mount Wynn, and I heard there was a mining expedition to fetch it!"
"The grim reaper?" he said, looking at the sheet. "You want a scythe? You could go for something more normal."
"Hey, I've seen weirder," I said, taking the paper off him. "I saw one woman with a giant mortar and broom called 'Баба Яга' that lets her fly around."
He looked up at me, smiling as usual.
"You're forgetting one crucial thing," Adrian replied. "Leonard."
"CRAP!" I yelled as I threw myself out the house. Adrian and Alister's grandmother was busy with the crops, pulling out carrots and turnips, with Leo helping carry some baskets to the house. I was so pleased to see him, but I wish it could have been vice versa.
"RIIIINIIIRE!" he yelled, dropping the baskets and galloping in my direction. "YOU FORGOT ME! YOUR FAMILIAR! HOW COULD YOU!"
He rammed into me at max speed, knocking me to the floor. I hugged him as he writhed.