"Yeah, mate, I should be getting off to bed too. 'Night! Here's to hoping this bloody scar goes away while I sleep...not bloody likely, but hey, I'm an optimist." Matt said flatly. Finishing his meal, he headed back up to Ravenclaw Tower to go to bed. So maybe this day wasn't so perfect after all. I think I understand why Dad hates Mondays now... After many hours of fitful tossing and turning, trying to avoid lying on his new scar, Matt finally fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.