Th-thump... th-thump... Harry's pulse pounded through his aching head before consciousness found him. Groaning loudly, he vaguely realised someone was sitting up next to him... Luna? He rolled over onto his back, the pink streaks in the sky over him and the vaguely damp sand beneath him indicating that he most certainly wasn't in bed, then the events of the night before began to spill into his mind. "Dad?" he asked as he slowly sat up... the world spun around him and his stomach lurched in a rather menacing manner, then he looked down at his clothes, wondering just what the hell he'd been thinking the night before when he'd taken his Dad's suggestion to transfigure his clothing to something more "party friendly". Had he really gone out dressed like this? A pink t-shirt, his jeans and... a black velvet jacket? He shook his head, which turned out to be a mistake. As the world began to spin again, he decided likely the best position to be in was laying down. He heard his Dad next to him, lighting up a cigarette and simply held his hand out to the side expectantly, waiting for the fag to be placed in his hand. After the night he'd had, what more harm could one cigarette do?
At the question about the shoes, he raised his head again, looking down at his feet. "Uh... are those your shoes?" he asked, genuinely confused, trying to focus on his feet before realising that his glasses weren't on his face..."Um.." he patted the pockets of his velvet blazer with his free hand. They were nowhere to be found, apparently. "Fuck." he muttered, looking over at the blurry lump sitting next to him. "Lost my glasses. Got anything I could transfigure?"