Tear Drops(open)

[neigh]

Jane walked into the bathroom. Her face was wet and full of tears so she splashed water on it to wash them off. She looked into the mirror and saw that it hadn't worked vary well. The water running down her face looked like long teardrops. Then she he heard a toilet flush. Without whipping off her face she turned her head to see...

[weaslebee2]

Emily had not felt well all morning, and had had to run from Transfiguration without a pass in order to make it to the bathroom on time to throw up. Feeling absolutely miserable, but predicting that she had finished vomiting, she flushed the toilet and left the stall to rinse out her mouth, and splash cold water on her face. Emily took no notice of Jane, as her knees were threatening to give way beneath her. It was a bit late in the season for getting the flu, but that was certainly what it felt like.

[neigh]

Jane stared at her evilly. She looked sick. Was she fiscally sick or mentally sick like herself? She couldn't really tell. "What's Wong with you?" she asked in a rude tone." She didn't care if she upset her. People talked to her that way all the time.

[weaslebee2]

Emily jumped a bit, now finally taking notice of the other girl. After a sideways, uninterested glance at her, she was able to identify the girl as Jane Peterson, a girl in her year, only a Hufflepuff. She placed one hand on either side of the sink to brace herself. "Flu, I think," said Emily, her brain unable to decipher the rudeness in Jane's tone. Oh, nope, she was not done yet. She darted back into the stall, and then threw herself to the ground so she could throw up into the toilet for the third time in ten minutes. She felt awful.

[neigh]

Jane watched her plummeted to the ground. People were always teasing a mocking her. Now was a chance to do it to someone els. "Sick are we?" Jane asked in a mocking tone. "You look pretty weak. Are you ok?"

[weaslebee2]

Emily lingered on her hands and knees a while, once she was certain that she had finished emptying the contents of her stomach, she would make her way up to the hospital wing. She would have to write an apology to Professor Copper later, but as for now she did not care about "skipping" transfiguration. Emily figured her excuse was valid. "Yeah, no shit," Emily said to Jane, using just as much rudeness in her tone as she realized that Jane had no interest in her wellbeing, she was teasing.

[neigh]

"You might want to go to the hospital wing or something" she suggested still using her rude tone. "Actually maybe not. You look like your about to die so their's no point. I don't think anyone will try to save you."

[weaslebee2]

"Why don't you do me a favour and shut the fuck up?" Emily snapped. She instantly regretted it, but she seldom apologized for anything she did. Especially now, since she felt so horribly and could not seem to stop throwing up. She was not going to die, and she knew it. Nobody in the magical community died of the flu, unless they were too stupid to take a potion or go to a healer.

[neigh]

Jane swung her lag and gave her a hard kick. Then she slowly walked away and towered the door. She didn't feel like being yelled at or teased right now. She never did unless somebody treated her in a different way.

[weaslebee2]

Emily held back a grunt of pain after Jane kicked her. It was rude, she would not back down from a fight, but taking advantage of her while already being at a disadvantage made her insides squirm with anger. Emily pulled herself to her feet, and whipped out her wand, but then her conscience finally intervened. Temper, it warned her, and she slid her wand back up her sleeve and then threw up into the toilet yet again.