It wasn't like Edmund to end up back in his dorm room when they were supposed to be in the cabins, but then it wasn't like him to have a girlfriend either.
There was also the issue of it not being like Edmund at all to go anywhere near Turkish Delight for a
good reasons. But
he had. He'd gone near two and a half boxes of the sticky sweet last night.
With consciousness came the realisation of what he'd done. Edmund scrambled out of bed wearing only pyjama shorts, covers flying with no regard for the bed's other occupant. Quick thinking saved the floor from the contents of his stomach; he dropped to his knees and retched into his empty plastic
clothes hamper.