"Your bed?!" James yelled out incredulous. Nice looking girl but totally barmy. This was obviously his room. His wand was here. And James didn't recall going to bed with anyone, that meant the crazy had broken into his flat! She had broken into his flat and ... - Her next words stopped his train of thought and James found himself look around, eyes falling lastly on the larger bed.
"This isn't mine either." He muttered, frowning, before cursing up a storm. Toph might not have been around for the experiments but he had. And James was NOT pleased.
However, before he could explain the situation she was already trying to leave.
Good riddance.
James didn't feel the pain right away. However, he did notice how she stopped, but he didn't pay her any mind. He began searching for his clothes so he could leave, but the farther she got, the more he felt a slow growing ache that had him feeling a bit nauseous. James scrambled toward the door to stop her. He had to stop and hold onto the door frame when she doubled over, pulling in air into his lungs as he swayed slightly, the pain something akin to being hit hard with a bludger bat. It hurt; however, she looked a lot worse for wear than he did. James - dully wondered if it was because she was smaller than he was or because she was the one trying to leave, currently though he didn't care and only wanted it to stop - forced his feet to move, pushing himself by her side despite the growing headache.
He slumped down against the wall next to her, sitting down and catching his breath, before holding a hand out to her. Because really, even though she had made him feel sick, she looked like she had gotten it five time worse and it hadn't been her fault. It wasn't any of their faults and James always helped a female. Unless she was a Slytherin or former one.