All you remember is the school party, the alcohol that the students smuggled into the main hall and poured instead of punch, the dancing, the loud music and once again lots and lots of drinking. In the morning you wake up with a terrible migraine and when you lean on your elbows to get up you feel that you are nude and your professor is lying next to you. Palladium is asleep on his back, his muscular chest bare, his long ginger hair scattered all over the bed and eyes peacefully closed.