Although the Scotch did eradicate any thoughts of her from his head, he woke up with a splitting headache. He sat up off the sofa, (where he had passed out late the night before) and stumbled to his private potions stash looking for his hangover remedy. 'Shit!' he thought, as he realised he was all out. Thoughts of the previous evening's party rose unbidden in his mind, and he found them incredibly hard to push away. He walked slowly to the bathroom, where he had a very hot shower. The hot water seemed to clear his head to an extent, but he knew that he would not be able to concentrate on teaching in his hung-over state. He dressed himself in his trademark black robes, and exited his rooms. He hastily made his way to the infirmary to retrieve some hangover potion from Madame Pomfrey. He was halfway there when he was stopped by Dumbledore.

"Severus. Good to see you up and about." The headmasters cheery voice rung out through the hallways. Snape groaned.

"Good morning, Albus." He said civilly, although his tone impled he definitely did not wish to have a 'chat' with the headmaster in his current state.

"Where are you off to in such a hurry?" asked Dumbledore.

"To the infirmary." Replied Snape, giving no indication as to why.

"Very well. Could you meet me in my office after breakfast, please Severus? I wish to discuss the goings on of last night."

"Very well, Headmaster." He turned on is heel and made his way to the infirmary, leaving the headmaster smiling knowingly at his hastily retreating back.

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When she woke up the next morning, she patted her cat and poured herself a cup of coffee. She was going to need to enlist the help of an old friend to discover who the 'mystery man' was.