Jared McAllister sighed, leaning back against the plush leather of the couch, his mind hazy as he drew in a deep breath of insensed air. Beside him, Sturgis Podmore, his head rolling to one side, eyes glazed over. It was late, later than what Jared would have liked. Around the Slytherin common room, many fellow upper years lounged about, the same lazy smile curving their lips. It made Jared wonder if he looked just as out of it. He hoped not. There was a choking sound, yet it was sharp, grating. Jared turned, seeing that Suge had fallen asleep, mouth open. The sight made Jared laugh, though that seemed like too much effort. He just wanted to go asleep.
Jared closed his eyes, but somehow, felt the need to open them, it was like he was being sucked in, which set him on edge. Made his body tense, muscles coil. Stiffly, he rose, feeling his mind body protest. Gritting his teeth, Jared will himself to move, giving a challenging glare to any of the mildly curious looks that turned his way. No one tried to stop him or called him back, though many weren’t in their right mind to do so. Blinking, Jared turned towards the entrance, needing the cool night air to wake him.
The clean air from the passage way itself made the haze lift. Jared leaning heavily against the ordinate door, the smooth wood felt cool, solid against his flushed skin. Almost wearily, Jared peaked an eye open, molten grey seeping through the slip, peering out into the passage way, the darkness seeming to swallow what lay ahead, up. Pushing off the worn wood, Jared sighed, willing his body forward, one foot in front of the other. It was then that he felt the slam of a body, a small, slight one. Hand went out to steady the small thing. “Tae fuck,” He swore, more out of surprise than anything else. “Yer alright? Lass?”
Dahlia steadied herself against the hand that caught her from falling straight on her ass. She looked up, and couldn't help but smile upon realizing who her savior was. "Just the person I was looking for." That was a bit of a lie. Dolly hadn't exactly gone looking for Jared. Hell, she didn't even know where she was exactly. But now, seeing Jared, Dahlia figured she was some where near the Slytherin common room. She was glad to see him, though. He did owe her a few drinks, didn't he?
"M'fine, Scotland. Not as fragile as I look, promise." She gave him a small grin and wrapped her robe tighter around her body. She was only dressed in a sheer night gown that fell just above her knees, paired with boots that she usually wore out in the snow. She rubbed the tops of her arms, and smiled, "I assume you're out of bed looking for me, huh? Gonna take me for those drinks you promised?" She wasn't exactly expecting him to actually take her out of the castle, but why not? It would be fun. Then again, anything would be more entertaining than laying in bed and not being able to sleep.
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