Catch The Snitch

Lysander looked over as the door opened, then smirked softly at the state of Davi as he did. "Good morning," he said softly. "I feel about as good as one could hope to after such an eventful night," he said before moving his arm to show it was fine, but he did have on long sleeves to cover up the bruising. Mostly because he didn't want anyone else thinking it would be a splendid time to test their luck.

When Davi realized his own state, "Considering you were sitting by me half-dressed last night by the fire," he mused, "I think you can hold the apology. And it does smell like breakfast will be served soon, and it smells like the chef decided we all needed a heartier breakfast this morning," he chuckled a little. "Did you sleep well? Heavy sleep doesn't always mean it was restful," he murmured, his eyes staying on Davi's.

He glanced over, hearing a clicking, and saw Asphodel hopping across a banister at the top of the room that led back to the door she'd come into the house from the library, slipping back through it and presumably outside. "Seems we're all having a slow morning," he chuckled again before looking back to Davi with a shake of his head.

Davi watched the easy movement of Lysander's arm with obvious satisfaction, the faint crease of worry between his brows finally easing. "Good," he murmured. "I was fairly confident the spell had taken properly, but I still prefer seeing the patient prove it." A teasing smile tugged at his mouth. "I might have to insist on follow-up visits." His eyes lingered on Lysander for another moment before his attention drifted toward the scent floating up from downstairs. His stomach, having apparently decided it had been ignored long enough, answered with a quiet growl.

"...Well," Davi admitted with a sheepish grin, "I suppose that answers whether I smell breakfast too." When Lysander asked if he'd slept well, his expression softened. "I did." The answer came without hesitation. "Honestly... better than I expected." He leaned a little more comfortably against the frame. "I think there was something reassuring about knowing you were only a few rooms away instead of wondering whether I'd made it in time."

His voice remained light, but there was an unmistakable sincerity beneath it. "I don't remember dreaming at all. Just..." He shrugged one shoulder. "...sleep." The clicking of Asphodel's talons drew his attention upward just in time to see the owl disappear through her little entrance. Davi smiled fondly after her. "I suppose she's decided you've survived the night after all." He looked back to Lysander, amusement dancing in his dark eyes. "Though I'm fairly certain she still hasn't entirely forgiven me for telling her not to fuss over you."

His smile widened."Huginn does exactly the same thing. I swear he thinks I'm incapable of surviving a paper cut without his supervision." A quiet chuckle escaped him before he finally pushed himself away from the doorway. "Give me five minutes to make myself resemble a respectable professor again." His eyes flicked down at his own bare chest before returning to Lysander with an impish glint. "Or at least enough of one that your staff doesn't start inventing even wilder stories than they already have."

He glanced toward the chair where his clothes waited, then back again. "And after breakfast..." His smile became warmer, more genuine than teasing. "I'd like to thank Bonnie properly before I head back to Hogwarts. I doubt she expected her quiet evening to end with her employer being attacked and an unexpected houseguest dripping rainwater across her clean floors." His expression turned almost apologetic at the thought. "I owe her my gratitude for looking after both of us."