I groan, rolling onto my side and clutching either side of my head. I open my eyes, blinking rapidly. Ugh, gross, one of them is caked shut with that horrible after-alcohol green stuff. I put my finger in and wipe it all off, clearing my vision. The bed is empty beside me. Narrowing my eyes, I slowly sit up, taking great care not to jerk my head in the process. “Feeling the pain?” I turn and see Reign at the window, wearing only a pair of sweats. He grins at me, holding up a coffee. “You want?” I nod. “How much did I drink?” He stares at the empty bottles on the floor. We managed to get through three. I groan. “Break it to me now, what did I say? How did I embarrass myself? Tell me I didn’t talk about Mrs. Mufflepuff. God, did I insult her? Don’t listen to me, it’s all lies.” His grin widens.
