Hogwarts Morning Radio

Chapter 9: Reaction

Chapter 9 - Reaction

[] [] [] - Lucas

"Urghh..."

The Ravenclaw could barely think straight as he sat up in his bed, groaning. He had gone to the infirmary, and was given a vile substance through the nose, fixing it but leaving him with a horrid migraine. The world, with no visual reference, was shaking like an earthquake, even after he swung his legs off the bed and onto the floor, which was swiftly followed by a shriek from around his leg.

"The hell?" He cried as he looked around redundantly, before a familiar Anglo-German voice cried "Scheisse!"

"LAILA?"

"YES, NOW GET THE HELL OFF MY CHEST!"

The loud voice was very un-Laila, but he didn't question it as he scrambled backwards onto the bed in a crouched position, as Laila explained.

"I was asleep, and you knocked me onto the floor!"

That raised a whole slew of questions in and of itself, largely..

"YOU WERE SLEEPING WITH ME?"

"No... I brought you down to the infirmary.. And they gave you the medicine and you fell asleep.. I stayed awhile and must have fallen asleep myself."

He shook his head, still confused. "But when did I get back to my room?"

She paused, causing him to raise serious mental eyebrows, before she whispered to him "You never left. You've woken everyone in the infirmary up."

It was his turn to pause, as he could practically hear a penny drop as he felt many eyes baring into him, as he could only whisper "Sorry..", as Laila all but slapped him.

"Do you think I'd sleep with your shaggy ass?"

For once, Lucas was ready to joke off the top of his head "Do you really want me to answer that?"

He braced himself for more scorn but she only sighed. "Immature prick."

"I'm in the business." he chuckled, sitting up in the bed with Laila sitting opposite him. "I mean, you agreed to go to the ball tonight with me." he concluded, before sighing. They'd gotten in around 10 pm, shortly after the interview. He'd been in a foul mood, not helped by the medicine, before evidently going to sleep. Then again, everything had been a tad blurry on the sound department. He sighed, and stood in his nightgown in the room and walked right into the next bed. Somewhere, a million miles away, he heard Laila sigh.

He took in the room, stomping about and exploring the edges of his world with his fingers to visualise his surroundings. It was not a segregated bed, as he swiftly and embarrassingly learned as he accidentally laid his hand on the legs of the girl in the next bed. After much apologising, he sighed, and turned back to Laila, facing her for the first time, and asked "So can I leave now?"

He didn't get an answer, only the faintest traces of stifled laughter.

"Well, what's so funny?"

The pause continued, before she finally said "Nothing."

If he could have raised his eyebrow, he would have, but he shook his head and dismissed the notion as he reached into his drawer, sending clattering sounds of keys, ink pots and other miscellaneous possessions throughout the ward, causing Laila to finch- he heard it from all the way on the opposite side of the bed it was so noticeable- before throwing on his Hogwarts cloak. He'd always dressed clumsily, he would never know the difference anyway, but as soon as he turned back to Laila she paused again, annoying him.