Ill (open)

[calcetines]

Angel had been on her way to her first class of the day, charms. But that went out of her mind quickly. She suddenly felt like she was going to vomit, but that didn't make any sense, she had felt fine two seconds ago. Regardless, Angel ran to the bathroom, allowing the door to slam behind her. She was just barely able to make it to a stall to throw up into a toilet. Angel's chest was heaving, she must have caught something funny while she was in France... Angel threw up again. She would have to send a note to her teachers and take a day off, she would have to wait it out, since Isabelle was out somewhere... Angel didn't want to think about it, she got her wish as she vomited into the toilet for a third time. She flushed the toilet, then emerged from the stall, but now she didn't feel sick anymore... Just fatigued...

[hiroku]

"Um, are you alright?" Hiroku asked tentatively as Angel emerged from the stall seconds after the three retching sounds Hiroku had heard from that same stall. But Angel looked completely normal now, perhaps Hiroku had mistaken the sounds for something else. But what else could it have been?

[calcetines]

Angel was startled, she had not known that anyone else was in the room apart from herself. But she supposed that when one was throwing up that they wouldn't really care if someone was near them. "I think I'm getting ill," said Angel, making her way to the sink, she wanted to wash her face now. She splashed some cold water onto her face, feeling tired, as if she had not slept at all.

[hiroku]

Hiroku was confused, Angel hardly looked sick. She just looked tired, like a lot of other faces around Hogwarts these days. Hiroku knew people who were already studying like NEWTS were two days away, but that didn't really fit Angel either, though she was taking a million classes, it seemed. "Are you going to go to the hospital wing?" Hiroku asked her.

[calcetines]

Angel waved her wand and her face dried itself, she felt a bit better now. But she was still more tired than all the seventh years frantically studying for NEWTs put together. "What's the point?" Angel said in her usual, weary tone. "There isn't a nurse anymore,"

[hiroku]

Hiroku shrugged, she still knew people who went there. Teachers periodically had to check up and see if anyone was in there that they could easily cure. "A teacher usually swings by every hour or so," Hiroku replied, having a feeling that Angel still wouldn't bother. She seemed the type that would try to fix herself.

[calcetines]

Angel nodded as she used her wand to dry her dripping face. All she wanted to do was change back into sweatpants and a camisole and curl up in bed. With a jar of pickles on her bedside table... Maybe a plate of ravioli too... "No, I think I'll go back up to my dorm and sleep it off," said Angel, now realizing the strangeness of the situation. She and Hiroku weren't tense, or about ready to tear at each other's throats... Perhaps it was because Angel was too tired.

[hiroku]

"Right, good luck with that, then," Hiroku replied, a bit indifferent to Angel's woes. Still, Angel was the only one who had any idea what she was going through, because she was sure Angel missed Wolfgang too. Except the bright Ravenclaw had gotten to visit him over break, unlike Hiroku.

[calcetines]

Angel nodded, then shuffled her way toward the door, feeling the weakness in her ankles and knees. A sure sign that she was bound to collapse. She used the walls to aide her. Just a few more floors until the Ravenclaw common room. Stairs might not go over to well, but Angel had to try.

[hiroku]

For whatever strange reason, Hiroku found herself silently, and sneakily, following Angel out of the bathroom and watching her climb the stairs. A part of her wanted to help the girl, but the more dominant part was still annoyed by Angel, and was just making sure she got there alright. Hiroku stood next to a statue, leaning on the wall behind it, watching her brother's girlfriend. She would do Wolfgang a favor for once...

[calcetines]

Angel stumbled several times on her way up the stairs, but miraculously found herself on the sixth floor landing. She didn't keep too far from the wall, so that way it wouldn't be a long fall if her knees gave out on her. Angel paused before the statue and it came to life again. "Who was the primary leader of the Scottish goblin rebellion in the 1670's?" asked the state. Great, it was days like these when Angel wished the Ravenclaw dormitories had a password. She didn't feel like thinking, more like sleeping. Nevertheless, she thought a moment. "Ogden the Oddball, his co-leader was Uric the Unsatisfactory." Angel said. "Well said," replied the statue and moved aside. Angel walked into the common room, nearly running into...

[questionmarksrule]

Jenna, who was about to leave the common room, but upon seeing Angel abruptly changed her mind. "Angie!" she exclaimed with a wide grin and embraced her younger cousin a hug before Angel could even reply. Jenna had not seen Angel since she had arrived, something that was a bit surprising considering they were in the same House. "How was France?" Jenna asked as she let her go.

[calcetines]

Angel's stomach lurched again as Jenna embraced her, it threatened to spew whatever contents may be left within it, which was probably just acid now. She swallowed and the feeling was gone. "Hello Jenna," said Angel in her usual, weary tone. "France was really great." It was hard to sound enthusiastic when she had just thrown up three times in the past ten minutes.

[questionmarksrule]

Angel didn't sound so enthusiastic and immediately Jenna was a bit worried about her. And now that she was taking a closer look, Angel also looked pale and very tired, sick almost. "That's good," Jenna replied and then changed the subject. "Are you feeling alright?" she asked with a sneaking suspicion that Angel wasn't.

[calcetines]

Angel shook her head. "No, I think I'm getting ill, I was planning on heading back to bed." said she, tone still weary. Her knees were still shaking a bit, the utter exhaustion that she was feeling was horrible, she had a small bit of a headache, and a strong craving for pickles, peanut butter, and ravioli.