Remember that time when Fred and George repeatedly hit Voldemort in the face with snowballs?
“Christmas was coming. One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts woke to find itself covered in several feet of snow. The lake froze solid and the Weasley twins were punished for bewitching several snowballs so that they followed Quirrell around, bouncing off the back of his turban.” - SS/PS, CH. 12
My biggest regret ever is getting too desperate to know what a blow job was like and deciding to attempt to blow myself. I snapped a vertebrate in my spine and spent months in a special cast attempting to make up stories to explain it. My parents always knew.
Could be worse. You could have died, like the guy in Clerks.