Awaking Lucius put his hand on his forehead. He felt so tired. How could he just awake from his sleep, feeling this tired? Never had sleep made him feel this tired before. He sighed and shook his head. It was probably the couch, which wasn't meant to sleep on. Or the fact that George had been chattering, keeping him from sleeping. Ah... and that while he had this lovely dream.. He looked around until his eyes spotted George, who was quite close to him. "George.." Lucius complained. "What are you rambling about...? Couldn't you see I was sleeping?" Lucius commented, as he turned to sit straight again. He moved the book. He was definitely bringing that one back. It was just horrible to read.<br/><br/>"Complaining to me, are you Lucius? You left your trash lingering about and you did not even bother to put out the candles, does fire hazard ring a bell?"  George retorted. But before Lucius could answer, George continued. "And how could you? That poor guest of yours is so tired, she has fallen down on the ground, asleep.. I had expected some more hospitality from you, after all I taught you"<br/><br/>Lucius frowned deep as he watched George. "What are you talking about? I didn't invite anyone here"  Lucius said confused. As George gestured to the guest, Lucius set his eyes on her. A woman lay on the ground, on her hands and her knees. Huh? Those red eyes..<br/><br/>"..Who are you?" Lucius asked hesitating. "And what are you doing here?" Surely, she wouldn't have broken into his house like that just to kneel down on his floor.. If she had been wanting to sleep somewhere, why not downstairs, why not in a comfy place? Or perhaps this was a joke of his friends, to get back at him. He wasn't sure, this was all confusing. And his tired mind didn't help him either.