When the door slammed, Benjy sighed and cradled his head again as sat in her bed. This was a nightmare. Not exactly the kind she was having where his very presence seemed to disgust him (as per usual), but the fact that the morning was going anything but smoothly. Glancing over at her clocked, he was relieved to see that he still had a few hours before he had to report to training, otherwise he would have just owled Moody and told him that he was dying.

Getting up, he padded around the room in search of his clothes. Only finding his shorts and trousers, he pulled those on and ran a hand through his hair. "The hell is my wand," he muttered to himself, searching the bedsheets and the table next to her bed. He finally found it when he looked under the bed and didn't even question how the hell it got there of all places.

Looking back at the bathroom, he hesitated before going and knocking on it. "Awake yet?" he asked and then frowned at himself for using sarcasm after what they had done - what he had done. Vaguely remembering what happened, he knew she hadn't been with a man before and he at least had some sense of respect. "Do you need anything or can I do anything?" he asked, a bit softer and kinder.