It took a few minutes for Misha's breath to even out and for him to regain enough sense to wash his hands and splash some cool water on his face. He stared himself down in the mirror, gathering his Gryffindor bravery to go back into the bedroom. He nearly left without the water, but remember in the last moment and poured a glass to take with him.
"Knock, knock," he said, tapping lightly on the bedroom door, as he opened it. He wanted to make sure Bella was decent, but then again, he couldn't imagine she had much else to take care of.
"For your, uh... throat," Misha said, passing her the glass.