Energy Zap(Please, someone join, I'm bored)

[Xaver]

Xaver suddenly grinned, moving, swinging his legs so they draped over the side of the bed, sitting up right next to her, ignoring the searing pain in his still injured abdomen, staring at her.
"And you think that could ever be some misfortune, to me?"
He shook his head.
"Never."

[Ginny Weasly]

She raised an eyebrow.
'Lay down, or I'll make you lay down." She told him, half joking.

[Xaver]

He stubbornly crossed his arms, shaking his head.
"You can't make me."

She could by no doubt, in his condition, make him. And he knew she probably could, if he were stong again, anyway. And it plainly showed in his face.

[Ginny Weasly]

She placed a hand on his shoulder, gently pushing him onto his back.
"Whatever." She smiled at him.

[Xaver]

Xaver let out a deflated gasp, landing flat onto his back, as he knew he would, when he challenged her, his legs still dangling, from the knee down, to the floor. He scowled up at her, and, though only with a small wince, laughing it off, he bent up slightly, taking her hand, and yanking her down beside him, numbing away the little shocks of pain that ran through him, again. Finally, he lay still, looking over at her.
"Yeah, whatever."

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny rolled her eyes, trying to sit up again.
"You brat. You should be sleeping." She said, finally sitting on her knees, facing him.

[Xaver]

Xaver simply smiled knowingly.
"I will," he whispered.
He watched her for a long moment, fighting a yawn. And failing.

[Ginny Weasly]

She slipped of the bed and stood there for a second. She watched him, then went back to her seat.

[Xaver]

Xaver watched her get up, and he rolled back onto his belly, turning to lay the right length on the bed, his height almost exceeding it. He pulled the pillow back under his head, and closed his eyes, though frowing, wincing in the effort to keep still and quiet. The entry wound on his back, and exit on his lower belly, of which he lay on, shone brightly, threateningly red on his pale skin. It hurt. he didn't know how to heal it anymore.
Finally, he relaxed, closing his eyes, and drifting off into a sort of light slumber.

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny waited till he fell asleep before getting up and leaving the room. She closed the door, sealing it with magic so no muggles could get in and bother him, and went to the lower level. She found the innkeeper, asking if he had any paper and a pencil or such. He handed it to her, smiling.

"Here miss. Writing a letter home?" he asked.

"You could say that, I suppose." Ginny said, cooly, taking the paper and pen. She walked back up the stairs, tapping the door with her finger to unlock it.

[Xaver]

"Finally."
Xaver pulled open the door with a soft woosh, standing not six inches from her. His wings were out, and obviously had been treated, for they were washed of blood and dirt, though there were a few scratches still open, and still healing. His wings twitched impatiently, opening one of the wider scrapes in the motion, and arcing a trail of blood on the floor, and the wall. He was standing, moving, staring, but he wasn't awake. He was sleepwalking again.
His blue eyes were heavily dialated, the blues barely visable at all, and he was muttering under his breath.
"Didn't want to.."
Xaver started foreword.

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny knew not to touch him, but didn't want anyone to see him with his wings. She hated using magic on him, but she'd have to.

Quickly, she propelled him backwards with her magic and stepped in, closing the door.

[Xaver]

Xaver caught the blow, absorbing it in the chest, skidding backward on the toes of his bare feet. He slowed and stopped just before he hit the wall. It didn't hurt, and there was no damage, but Xaver, or the part of him that was awake, while the rest of him was asleep, anyway, found the idea of being caught by surprise rather dark in retrospect. He frowned in a moment of confusion, but then shook it off, starting for the door again, blankly glancing at her.
What happened next was just as confusing to him.
He caught his ankle around his boots as he started walking. Tripping himself, he had only the thought to roll out of it. He hit the ground, hard, but absorbed the blow mainly in his shoulder as he rolled out of it - and under the bed, with a dull thud, knocking his skull on an iron pole holding it up. It was enough to wake him completely up, and bring a low and steady string of muffled curses. Xaver had stopped mid-turn, and was on his side, facing the way out. He wiggled and shifted, worming himself out, and he was just about to rise, when he was yanked back to the floor. His wings were stuck. The dangling threads and wires and springs from the old mattress had wrapped and stuck and knotted all around his wings, and he could barely even twitch them.
Xaver paniced, tugging and thrashing around, trying to free himself, his eyes wild.
He hated being captured, but more, he hated the always-near threat of getting his wings caught up. The last time he had been in such a situation, he'd nearly died. He'd been tortured endlessly - and such scars never healed well on Xaver, if they did at all.

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny watched him thrash for a moment, after placing her paper down. She waited till he calmed a bit and knelt, putting her face next to his.
"If you don't stop moving around, I'll never be able to help you out of there."

[Xaver]

Xaver winced, and after a final bit of tugging, fell still, frowning.
"I was sleepwalking again?" he asked lowly, shaking his head.
There was enough of a bruise on the side of his head to prove just that, but it worried him just the same. He sleepwalked a lot. It annoyed him. He fall asleep one place, and awoke in another. This time, stuck underneath an old bed, a painful knot growing on his skull.
He tugged pointlessly for a moment, shivering, then looked up at her.
"I'm sorry," he said softly, looking away, mumbling something about 'trouble', and 'd**n beds..'