An Hour Ago...
Everything was still hazy when Theo woke up alone in the room. She groaned, turning on her side, her mouth dry and her tongue heavy.
She blinked hard, trying to focus, but all she saw were blurred images and shapes. And the dull ache at the back of her head was becoming more apparent.
"Professor…?" she croaked. Her voice sounded more hoarse and slower.
She tried again, louder this time, "Professor Sylas?"
Still no response. Only the whisper of far noise outside and the faint echo of her own voice in the silence.
"Ugh, where did he go…" she mumbled, rolling onto her back, "He said he'd be here when I needed something, and I have to get going to class,"
Seraphina's voice broke through her haze, also slurry and sluggish, *He's gone. Probably couldn't handle how cute you are drunk,*
Theo frowned, her lips pouting slightly, *I thought you were breaking down the uhh, the wine,*
