This office is located on Hogwarts Castle's Sixth floor. Once upon a time, it belonged to Professor Galatea Merrythought. Fairly roomy, this office includes a fireplace with two large sofas, one on either side of it, a round dinner table big enough to seat ten people and access to a private balcony. It had enough space to hold a Christmas party in 1996, hosted by Professor Slughorn.
It was a few moments after the potion had dripped down his throat did he begin to stir. His eyes flickered open to stare up at the redhead, not noticing her neck for the moment. His memory was fuzzy and it took him a moment to get his bearings. "Where are we?" He asked, his eyes not leaving her face.
He broke eye contact to look around the room, breathing carefully, before looking back to her, his eyes dropping onto her neck, seeing the slash. "Are you okay?" He asked, "what happened? I don't..." he trailed off, "I..I got stabbed."
He grinned. "Sure it does, scars are sexy and all the rage, haven't you heard?" He asked, before bringing his shirt up to show his own scars dotting his stomach, "I mean, I was sure these were the reasons you started making out with me."
"I didn't hear it from her," he said, lying well enough. If he had anyone's back, it was Ems. "I think it's a wall, a mask," he said with a shrug, "I mean...you crying said you have some heart in you deep down."
He didn't know if he had the energy to move, if he was honest. "We should," he said with a small nod, pushing onto his feet, stumbling slightly, his hands gripping the couch, before he gained his footing.