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She hadn't expected him to give her his jacket, but he had wrapped it around her anyway and earned a huge massive BEAM. "Much! THANK CHUU." He was the bestest prefect in Hogwarts. Well, Louisa was pretty good too. The jacket was about three sizes too big and came down to about her knees and her fingers were somewhere where her elbows were supposed to be but she was already feeling much warmer. She jiggled a bit and managed to roll the sleeves back and zip up the jacket before looking back up at the prefect. "Won't you get cold though?"
"Yeah..I was sleeping." Sorta anyway. She was more in that stage where you were half-asleep, half-awake, where you sort of aware of everything and nothing at the same time. Twas weird. "Um...No. Just that I was lying there and the next minute, I was being whooshed through the dorm, then the common room and then I landed on my behind out here. It really hurt." Mhm.
Spike's smiled widened, and he gave her a little wink. "It suits you," he said with a chuckle. It might be on the big side, but at least it'd keep more of her warm, right? It came all the way to her knees, and hopefully her fluffy socks would keep her tootsies nice and warm. At her question, he shook his head lightly. "Nah, I'm a big boy. And I've just run up all those stairs. I'll be fine." And even if he did get cold, he'd rather she had it.
"Not the nicest way to wake up, I shouldn't imagine," Spike said with a frown. It was sounding more and more strange. 'Whooshed' through the dorm? "You're okay though, yes?" He probably had some healing potion in one of his pockets somewhere if she wasn't. Spike had a whole random assortment of things in his pocket. "Nothing too badly bruised?"
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Magical Soul Fun distraction! She nodded vigorously, "That's a good idea. So.. let's work on getting them comfortable and warm before we get the professor." Louisa released Spike's elbow which she'd been squeezing nervously as she whispered and inclined her head at the rest of the 'claws. "Well? go ahead." Giving him a gentle shoulder bump. She would be taking care of the first blanket here while he addressed the students.
She moved to her bag and took a handkerchief out, one of those that she recently used during her flu day. Closing her eyes and trying to concentrate as hard as she could, it was no good messing a spell up in front of her housemates. Waving her wand at the handkerchief with an image of a blanket plastered behind her closed eyelids, Louisa heard the faint sound of magic at work. When she opened her eyes, a big pink blanket lied instead of her small hanky. The color was off but it worked! She grabbed the blanket and headed to the students. "Who's still cold?" The students who did their OWLs should probably be able to duplicate the blanket or ask Spike or Louisa to do it for them.
Good, she agreed. It was times like this that helped remind Spike why Vindictus had given him the opportunity to be Prefect. It'd taught him so much, and he really hoped he did a good job.
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Me?" he mouthed. Wasn't she the Head Girl - the more experienced, the one that should take the lead? Apparently she meant it though, as she shoulder bumped him in the direction of the other 'Claws. Well, at least it mean she trusted him...and hopefully she'd sort some blankets in the meantime.
"Okay, listen up everyone!" Spike said, moving towards the cluster of Ravenclaws and raising his voice. "Something doesn't want us to be in the tower tonight, so we're gonna make the best of it and have a camp out until we find out what's going on." He grinned, and rubbed his hands together. "Louisa is sorting out some blankets to keep us all warm, and we're going to go down to the kitchens and find some suitable nibbles too - marshmallows, cookies and hot chocolate sound good?" He was sure they did, because really, who could turn those down?
"Feel free to conjure some cushions and such to make yourselves comfortable too, if you can. And I'll sort out a little 'fire' for us to gather around." And with that, Spike pulled a little thimble from his pocket - one that was usually reserved for saving his finger from being over-nibbled by his 'pet' rose. With a flick of his wand, he'd enlarged it, and he'd place it on the ground. Another flick, and a small bluebell flame appeared. He gave a small smile, and looked at the students.
"There," he said with a nod. "Gather round all and one. Who knows any good campfire songs?"