Fauna glared smugly when Brett hollered on and on. She did feel a touch guilty about Dax, who was being kicked and shoved and wedgied by Brett, because he'd really done nothing but try to escape the chaos. Still, Dax being in cahoots with Brett... she didn't feel too badly.

Thank Merlin for Dion.

"Could you? Because-" She calmed down enough to merely sniffle.

Well, she could do it herself. But it would be inconvenient. And she was terrible at potions. And she just wanted to be miserable in peace and not have to hover over a cauldron trying to heal the wounds on her face. The wounds that Brett left! At least that was how she saw it.

Still covering her face as if everyone hadn't already seen the damage, Fauna edged toward the door, keeping a wary eye on Brett and Dax.

She let out a loud yelp when Dax tugged at the horns on her butt. "Stop being an ass!" she snapped at him. This whole evening had totally devolved. Brett was tired. All she'd wanted to do was go take a pee, and then curl up in bed again. But the house hated everyone. And now her best friend was mad at her. And her other best friend's brother was mad at her, too. (Because Brett did not classify Dion as "best friend". He was more like a "mild annoyance" or, on some days "severe annoyance".)

Brett frowned a little, casting a glance at Fauna. "I'm sorry, Fauna," she said quietly- sheepishly- before she hauled Dax up off the floor. Her grip firm on his wrist, she dragged him out of the room- and this time he opted not to resist. Once in the hallway she hissed at him. "Before either of us gets to sleep- you are going to help me get these off," she said, motioning to the horns on her bottom. "Otherwise I swear I will stab you with them ALL NIGHT." This time, as Brett opened the door to hers and Dax's bedroom- the door led to the correct room. Thank Merlin.