The next morning, Damian woke up feeling like his head was about to split open.
"Argh!"
He clutched his head with both hands, squinting against the harsh sunlight streaming through the window.
"Wakey wakey~ my dear student."
Seraphina's teasing voice reached his ears, dripping with amusement.
He turned to the side to see her sitting lazily on a chair, holding a cup of coffee in her hands. She was still in the same pajamas she'd worn last night.
Looking at her messy black hair and half-lidded eyes, it was clear she'd just woken up too.
'Wait… something's not right…'
And that's when it hit him.
He'd passed out drunk last night. At Professor Seraphina's house.
'Oh no.'
Looking at the changing expressions flickering across Damian's face as he clearly recalled the events of the previous night, the smile on Seraphina's face stretched even wider.
