Definitely not the best of stories, young Pepper decided. But the audience was pretty far gone to begin with, he supposed. Moira seemed somewhat decided that perhaps outdoors wasn't the best place to be when ill.

"Alright then." Ambrose remarked. "I'll walk you back to your common room."

He slid his arm back and instead offered to haul Moira up instead. Smiling at her cheekily.

"If you don't head to bed and rest, I might be forced to tell you another story...!"



End