"I'll hex you if you touch me, you pervert sex fiend!" she squeaked, pointing at him accusingly before going into the bathroom and closing the door with a slam. As soon as she was in there she started rubbing her head. "Ow..." she whimpered. "That door was too loud." Her head was aching, along with several other parts of her, which she was not.going.to.think.about.

Opening the medicine cabinet, she pulled out a hangover potion and downed it. Coughing slightly from the taste she set it down and leaned over the sink. This was happening. Shit, but things like this did not happen to her. She was smarter than this! Things like this just did not actually happen!

Shaking her head, she decided that she needed to just do her morning routine. Then, maybe, he would not be there when she came out of the bathroom and then it would be like nothing had happened at all. It sounded like a perfect plan! She was really really good at ignoring things when the occasion presented itself.