Classroom on the Fifth Floor...

"Wake up, I can't carry you, dumbass!" Serenity stood up and ran off.

Still, nothin'.

Serenity came back with a couple frigid cold bottles of water and opened them, pouring them all over Angel's clothes, careful not to touch the face with the water in case he drowned.

Angel sat up. "... Yes? What? My head hurts..."

"Oh my god, are you alright?!" Serenity dropped down to her knees, hugging him anxiously. "Do you feel fine?"

"Fine, fine!? You think I'm fine. Ha. I just recieved a blow to the head from a crocodile."

"It's fake, actually. Do you have a concussion? How many fingers am I holding up?" Serenity held up three fingers.

"Three. Hahaha, what a stupid question!" Angel got up with a rather out-of-character grin.

Serenity blinked, surprised. "Um, why don't you sit down for a while. You might be dizzy or something. No need to take you to the hospital wing.." She pulled back her hair in a ponytail and dug in her bag, fishing out an ice pack. "Does your head still hurt?"

"I'm not the least bit dizzy. As a matter of fact, I feel like I'm on top of the world." He turned to her. "Also, your hair looks positively revolting in a ponytail. It looks so much better down."

Serenity blinked some more. "What?" Was all she got out, but she took her hair down, looking a nice mixture of stunned and offended.

"Isn't the train leaving momentarily? I think I should go get my trunk... Shall I meet you in the entrance hall in a few minutes?"

"Um, sure. My sister packed for me." Serenity was still bewildered, but she went off to get her stuff ready. And, of course, get some decent clothes on.

Angel left as well, whistling a cheery tune.

(THIS CHEERY TUNE?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rg6vc66foXE)

[He got a personality. So, I vote supercali.

OHMIGOD, TYHOUGHT, ME AND JAMES, WE WERE ARGUING OVER HOW TO SPELL SUPERCALIFRAGILISTICEXPIALADOSIS IN STUDY HALL, AND WE BOTH STARTED SINGING IT AT THE SAME TIME..]

[THAT cheery tune.]