After receiving the distress call from Zane, Nolan found himself in action, moving about the dorm room with quick movements to get dressed. He pulled off his robes and slipped his feet into his Converse, always feeling better when he had muggle clothes on. The owl from Zane had been random and unexpected, and Nolan didn’t have the faintest idea what had happened that would require Zane to need to get blind drunk, but Nolan wasn’t about to let his friend down. The prospect of more alcohol almost made him feel sick, especially after the large amount he’d drank on the night of his party, but there was nothing to be done – it was a small sacrifice for the sake of a friend. Nolan placed his wand in his back pocket, grabbed a jacket, and descended the stairs of the dorm, glancing around the common room. It was getting on in the day, and a few students were studiously at work on essays and homework. Nolan nodded to a few friends but didn’t stop, sensing that his mission was an urgent one: Zane needed to be rescued from something that had happened, and the cure was rebound sex.
His shoes slapped against the marble as he raced toward the Great Hall, anxious to get the evening started. The more he thought about, the more he felt prepared to get drunk and help a friend out – there was even a chance that he might have a good time himself. Nolan’s eyes scanned the hallway near the front gate, worried that something might have happened to his friend on the way there. The messages had been desperate, and Nolan was more than a little curious to know what had gotten his friend into such a state that he was now charging head-first to Hogsmeade with a girl on the brain. Nolan leaned against the door, legs crossed at the ankle to wait for Zane, knowing that the boy had to show if he was ever going to work off some of the feelings that were pent up inside his chest.
