It's a day off after the ball, and Durmstrang is mostly quiet. Even outside, there's a heavy fog, muffling the grounds. Heine wakes up gradually, blinking at a shoulder that seems oddly close to his face. Out of the ordinary as that is, it's the awkward position he'd slept in that makes Heine move. He sits up slowly, stretching to relieve the stiff and sore muscles in his back and legs.

He's in his room. Jade had just sat him down, he remembers. Before that... it's all fuzzy. Maybe he'd had too much to drink? (He can't remember having anything other than a glass of wine.) Heine rubs his eyes and sits where he is, waiting for—

—something. Rubbing his eyes again, Heine gazes down at his own rumpled clothes, thinking about getting changed. Jade being in his bed seems a little strange, but at least they're both still dressed. Sighing softly, he looks back at Jade to check on him. Maybe the punch was spiked. He can't recall.