There she was all on the ceiling, Bill watched her for a moment and might have joined her if his wand didn't seem to be lost in the shuffle. That was a decent trick. But ceiling dwelling was probably best left for situations that were less bothersome. He did hate to get up in a hurry, even if the bed wasn't his own and he kept the covers over his lap just to make sure nothing went and bulged in a way that might be inappropriate.
Bill didn't feel hung over and his hair was neatly braided which he'd done before bed and never quite managed when his hand eye coordination wasn't working that well. "Last I remember I went to bed alone," Bill said thoughtfully. "And I know I'd remember getting a kiss from you, drunk or not, love," Bill added with a little smile.
It was disorientating waking up where you hadn't gone to sleep and Bill glanced around, peering over the edge of the bed to see if his shirt might be there.