Dancing Zebras ll Sixth year's ll First lesson

Dylan was in a extremely good mood, which was kind of hard to be in lately. Mostly because of all the drama between Kait and Lena, and Lena and Kait. So, of course, that was affecting Lora, so affecting him.

Dylan hoped it wasn't spoiled too soon.

Plopping himself down in a random seat, Dylan placed his feet on the table and waited for someone to show up.

Lora rubbed her eyes tiredly as she made her way to the Battle Strategies classroom. She hadn't got any sleep since the past few weeks, due to the fight and also because of her mother, who was not feeling well. The doctors had informed her it wasn't that serious but she couldn't help but feel constantly worried.

"Hey there," she greeted Dyl as she sat down next to her boyfriend giving him a kiss and laying her head on his shoulder. "How were your holidays?" She asked, stifling a yawn.

Dylan gave the girl a smile and pulled her back up for another kiss. "You o.k?" The Prefect asked, concerned. He saw bags under her eyes, which always worried him. "Why couldn't you sleep last night?"

Putting her head in his lap, Dylan stroked her hair.

"That feels good," Lora murmured against Dyl's lips as she kissed him back. "My mother's not feeling well and she is currently in the hospital," she replied quietly. "And plus, I was thinking about the fight going on, and everything just freaked me out and kept me awake."

"If the Professor comes and sees me lying on your lap, I'm so blaming you," she warned with a small grin and held his hand in hers. "Besides, you're a Prefect, which makes it even more amusing."

Dameon marched into the classroom, his mood definitely dampened. He stared at the embracing couple, and even though he suddenly thought of that girl Nataliya in the Room of Necessity, he did not feel any sympathy for them. Placing his rucksack on the desk, he opened up his bag and started to play a game of Wizard's Chess with himself. No matter how thick it looked, he needed to amuse himself with something.

Merlin, today was a terrible day.

"Is she going to be o.k?" Dylan asked worriedly, her eyebrow creasing together. If she wasn't, Dylan was going to make sure that Lora visited her mother. Even if she had to sneak out. "Just ignore the fight, nothing else major is going to happen."

Rolling his eyes, Dylan leaned back in his chair. "It's not like your face is the other way."