A Soft Squishy Pretzel PV Zyk Closed

Arms? Twisted. Legs? Tangled. Position? Comfortable. Asleep? Not for long.

This was how Zykeal had decided to spend the rest of the morning, face-first into a pillow, and his limbs in what some would consider pretzel formation. As always though, he slept with that ivory-colored wand within his hand, and occasionally, it would pass from in between one finger and to the next. Apparently, even in his dreams, he twirled his aspen wood wand around like a drumstick, a habit that he couldn't just stop doing in real life. Of course, the resting place of his desire was still the couch, as the demon-kitty that lay under his bed still haunted his drams at time. It was that exact thing that then popped up into his dream, the vicious beast of a cat, 'Oh no', his dream self thought.

Within Zykeals' dream, the cat would stretch out its elongated paw and swipe once more towards the side of his face. It was then he woke up, something had just hit the side of his head, hard. It was as if the dream and real-life seemed to mesh perfectly and Zykeal cried out, suddenly awake, "THE BEAST!" he announced, springing up and instantly shifting his wand over towards where he thought the attacker was coming from, "Immobulus!" he said as his wand hand shifted across the open air, painting a landscape of a mountain that overlooked an ocean bay. After all, the charms prodigy was precise with his spellwork. The charm would have cast if he knew wandless magic, wandless magic? Wait a moment, apparently, his wand had fallen out of his hand when he had sprung up and it was laying across the front of his lap. Instead, he was just pointing a closed fist towards the girl across the room who was still in a comedic position.

Zykeal swayed as he stood, still trying to register what exactly had just happened to cause this situation to unfold. Something was wrong with the side of his head, he felt it in an odd manner, a ringing of his ear and a dull sensation against his temple. The freehand that was not holding his wand reached up and he felt the side of his head where a huge welt was forming at the time, it was clear the edge of the book made contact with Zyk. Once more, he swayed as he felt a little dizzy, "Whoaaa," he mumbled, looking back over towards Ileen and then down to the book. Back to Ileen he looked, then again, once more to the book before settling his gaze comically back to Ileen, "Why is it," he started, but then swayed backward and the momentum of his body caused him to fall backward, landing in a seated position upon the couch as he stared over towards the Slytherin girl, "that you guys like to wake me up in such hostile ways," he concluded.

A hand moved up to gently maneuver around where there was forming the largest welt he'd ever received, "You know, Ileen," he started, his eyes shifting back over towards her once more, "I didn't expect you to be as bad as that cat," he said, a little smirk playing across his features as he looked at the girl. The other hand would shift down to where his wand was laying within his lap and he'd let his fingers dance along the length of it before picking it up gracefully and starting his typical twirling motions between his digits. Still feeling along the side of his head, the dizziness continued and he swayed from side to side as he sat there on the couch for the time being. A few quiet words were spoken to Ileen, "Is there any ice.. or something?" he mentioned, "I think, I don't feel so great..." he got out before his head fell back against the couch and he was looking up towards the top canvas of the tent.

OOC Note: No spell was cast | @Ileen Knight