Friday, 16 December, 2005 - Morning
Blaise woke up to what felt like the percussionist for the Weird Sisters in his head. That was, of course, his first clue that something had not gone properly the night before. He remembered getting it into his head that he could sleep just fine on his own, and then trying to drink himself to sleep. Something about writing in his journal. And penning a letter to send with Hermes...
Oh. Oh, no.
The blankets and pillows all smelled faintly of Theodore, which meant that Blaise hadn't slept alone, but he was fully dressed, so he hadn't done anything too foolish. Well, other than that. Thinking carefully, Blaise remembered opening a bottle of something that someone had given him a while ago, drinking a lot. He remembered sitting in his chair by the fireplace. Theodore came to see him, too, and...
And Blaise drew a complete blank.
Sitting up slowly, eyes covered by his hands, Blaise tried to remember if he had any hangover remedy anywhere, but he doubted it. Pepper Up and headache potion would do, though.
"Bloody hell," Blaise murmured, glad that the students left this morning for the holiday.