At times, there's no escaping it...

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Name(s): Delita Heiral, whoever cares to bother him, or confront him about anything..
Location: Ravenclaw Common room.
Week: Week 38
Time: Saturday Afternoon.
Rating: G
Warnings: Introspective!Delita. That's really all I can think of.

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[battle_in_bloom]

"Ow, ow, ow," Sakura muttered as she stumbled down the stairs, still in her pyjamas with a green dressing gown half hanging off her shoulders. This wasn't an uncommon sight in the early morning most days, but it was pretty odd for a Saturday afternoon. Considering that Sakura had only just woken up, however, she might have been forgiven. Even after she'd gotten back from the party, she'd been unable to sleep until the early hours of the morning had melting into the actual morning.

And her feet hurt. She loved dancing, but the after effects sucked sometimes. She hit the floor with a disconsolate 'thump' that only made her feet hurt worse as she grumbled her way to an arm chair. Food could be found later. For now, getting up was impressive enough.

[brbusinivalice]

Delita could only rise his eyebrow at the sight of the young woman, though it didn't quite take him out of his thoughts entirely.

On the contrary, seeing her, he could only get deeper into thought, words, images, and ideas flowing into something or other, but in the end, he couldn't come up with a good conclusion.

"I see someone is quite wide awake this morning."

A test, of course. Depending on how she answered, he'd be able to fully determine just how asleep, or awake she really was.

"I assume you had much fun dancing last night?"

[battle_in_bloom]

In the few seconds since she'd hit the chair, Sakura had almost fallen asleep again. Hearing a voice, however, she cracked an eye open and spotted Delita.

"So funny," she mumbled, shutting her eyes again. "'S too early for sarcasm, Delita." Sarcasm. She was surrounded by it. All the time.

A smile quirked on her lips at his second comment, despite her eyes still being closed. "I did. 'M glad Catty dragged me outta bed."

[brbusinivalice]

"If the afternoon is too early," Delita said without missing a beat, turning a page in his book, "Then yes, I assume it is too early."

He couldn't help but quirk a smile himself at the memory. It was small, mind you, but still. Despite all his bellyaching at the beginning, and how he had contemplated casting some random fire spell to set the girls' hair on fire (not that he ever would, but at that point it had looked rather good), it was a rather enjoyable experience. "I will admit...it was rather...enjoyable."