"Yeah, I'm thinkin' you'll be called up for a team slot before I do." Victor joked. "Do they hurt? I mean, for you to make 'em, I'm gonna assume they hurt other people."
He began to spread out his bedsheets and make up the mattress of his own bed. "Well I can ask the headmaster if there's some kinda special requisitions form or something. Surely they've got a bigger bed frame somewhere around this place - I don't mind losing a bit of floorspace, I don't take up much room."
Victor kept up the conversation during his back and forths, the last thing to go up was a cork board with various scraps of papers on it, from bits of newspaper clippings to
pictures to wikipedia printouts, with notes scribbled on them.