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02: Complications
When James Potter woke up he couldn't believe how much his head was killing him. It felt like he'd been hit by the Knight Bus repeatedly.
Groaning he rolled onto his back and blinked at the blurred setting around him. He vaguely recognised it to be his dorm room and couldn't remember how on earth he got back and into his own bed last night. Searching for his glasses on the table next to his bed, he found them exactly where he always put them making him slightly confused. He was sure he got absolutely pissed out of his mind last night, so why was he back in his bed and not waking up in a corridor somewhere random in the castle?
After putting his glasses on he could see a lot more clearly, Remus was in his bed, as was Peter, Sirius however, was nowhere to be seen.
Wondering what the time was, James propped himself up and looked at the clock beside him showing it was just after 10am. After groaning at his pounding head he took it upon himself to try go back to sleep, but sleep wouldn't come.
"What happened last night" he muttered to himself trying to take the attention away from the pain
He spotted something on the floor next to his bed which looked remarkably like a high heeled shoe, making James freeze.
Did he sleep with anyone last night?
Quickly checking his bed to make sure there wasn't anyone else in it, he sat up and tried to remember what happened last night
James remembered talking and drinking with Sirius and then Remus talking to him but apart from that it was all black.
Determining he wasn't going to sleep anymore, the messy haired wizard got up and made his way into the bathroom for a shower. When entering the bathroom however, he glanced in the mirror before his eyes widened and he quickly looked closer to see a big green bruise on the side of his face.
"How in the--"
Not remembering anything from last night now seemed a little more disconcerting.
Taking a shower, getting dressed and making his way down to the common room, his head was filled with possibilities of situations until he was broken out of his thoughts by spotting a dark haired girl lounging on and arm chair near the fireplace.
"Zoey, what the fuck happened last night?"
The girl looked up and her eyes dramatically widened at the bruise forming on her friend's face. Images of him flying off his bed and face planting into the floor filled her head and she couldn't help but snort before controlling herself and covering her mouth with her hand to hide her smile
"This isn't funny, Art" James began to freak out "I could've been in a fight with someone, I could've injured someone really bad, oh Merlin, what if they're in a coma or something" James rambled on
