Rosalyn
Rosalyn smiled weakly at Bride when the girl mentioned him being strong. He was too worried about the poor drunken girl to be his usual happy self. Bride was going to feel terrible tomorrow when the hangover kicked in, and he knew that she didn't have a dorm so it was also a matter of getting her home. Rosalyn sighed, there went his fun night at the party. All because somebody thought it would be cute to put something as dangerous as alcohol in the punch. Those were the types of people the trap hated the most, those that put other people in harms way just for a laugh.
Bride was babbling about something that Rosalyn couldn't really understand. But he did understand the part where Bride asked him not to leave. "Of course I won't!" Rosalyn said with a real smile. "Why don't you go to sleep for a little while and sober up? I'm taking you to my dorm room so you'll be safe." And he was going to make sure that Drew wasn't allowed in there until Bride had left. Even if it meant making the perv sleep in the hallway tonight.
Leon
There was something about the girl Victorique was snuggling that Leon didn't like. The whole situation just seemed a little rapey. Especially because the girl was obviously trying to get him to leave. Victorique didn't seem to remember him either, though they had just been talking minutes ago. The whole thing was a little strange, like something out of a shojo manga. "You don't remember me?" He said, gently grabbing hold Victorique's arm. "We were just talking a few minutes ago. It's Leon, the dying guy." He said, hoping to snap Victorique out of whatever was going on.
Leon eyed the other girl warily. There was definitely something up with her. Victorique seemed affectionate, but not this much. There also appeared to be drunk students around. He was grateful he hadn't gotten any of the punch, alcohol would be really, really bad for him. He felt bad for the students who had gotten drunk because they didn't know about the alcohol, because they were just here trying to have a good time.
Quincy
With a sigh, Quincy grabbed hold of the now sleeping student who had just been stripping and dragged him back to the table he had been napping at before. Moments later Matthias appeared, now awake, with a student in tow. Apparently the one who had spiked the punch. Quincy gave him a silent, disappointed look before turning his attention to the drunk student. He placed a hand on the student, right where his liver would be and use his healing magic. Repairing any damage the alcohol may have caused. He then set about removing the toxins from said alcohol to prevent poisoning. Quincy was getting sleeping, using his sleep magic twice, repairing an organ, and removing toxins in such a short period of time took quite a bit of energy. Especially removing the toxins, that always took a bunch of energy.
A tiny part of him felt angry when Angela tried to pass of the stupid and dangerous prank as just foolish youth. "There's a different between stupid youth and intentionally putting other people at risk." He said, finishing with the healing magic and taking a hand off the sleeping student. He turned his attention to the one that had done the prank. The two looked very similar, they must have been brothers or twins. "You know how many people I'm going to have to take care of tomorrow because they're sick from the alcohol? You're lucky nobody's gotten alcohol poisoning yet, including your brother here." Quincy decided not to include the boy who had spiked the punch in that. He could live with hangover symptoms because of his stupidity.
As much as it would have been a good learning experience for the boy, Quincy didn't want him to have to help in the nurse's office tomorrow. Because that would be mean staying awake all day and making sure he didn't sneak off. Along with healing a bunch of people. He hoped the headmistress realized that and gave him some other form of punishment.