Lasca winced as Damian raised his voice to get someones attention. He set her down in a chair, but she promptly slumped over and into a laying position. Her head felt like it was about to split in two. Stars were still dancing everywhere and people were swimming in and out of her vision. Her robes and hair were still drenched with the potion and she smelled. She didn't what she smelled like she just knew she smelled.

She reached out her hand and caught Damian's. She was in a strange place and was very disoriented. It was a bit scary and she didn't want to be left alone. "Please, don't leave me." She whispered. The young Ravenclaw couldn't recall what exactly had happened, what she did know was that Damian had stepped up and played the hero. Her hero. He had brought her here and she felt safe as long as he was there. "Please." Okay begging wasn't exactly attractive but, what could a girl do.

She was trying to refocus on his face but the pain became unbearable, thats when everything went black.