Ill (open)

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Jenna fell quickly into mother-mode and ushered Angel's weak body over to the coach. "Here, sit down," she said, gesturing toward the coach. "I'll make you some hot tea and then you can take a nice nap. It cures just about anything." Jenna smiled slightly.

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"Thanks," said Angel, for once allowing someone else to take care of her. The Ravenclaw commons were virtually empty, apart from Jenna and herself, over-achievers... But then again, Angel was in those ranks. She seated herself on the blue velvet couch, for once not maintaining perfect posture, she allowed herself to slouch a bit.

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With a flick of her wand, a small teacup appeared out of nowhere. It had been back in Jenna's dorm, sitting under piles of things in one of her drawers. She hadn't had tea in ages. Another flick and a teabag was there too, and then Jenna squirted water from her wand and heated it up as well. Within a few minutes she had some tea for Angel. "Here you go, Angie," Jenna said, handing the tea to her cousin.

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"Thank you," Angel said feebly, taking the cup in both hands to warm them. She slowly brought the cup to her lips and took a sip. Her stomach threatened her, but she drank anyways, forcing herself to keep it down. The tea was the perfect temperature. But her stomach didn't want it. Angel stopped mid-sip, she would wait a little bit.

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Jenna noticed the way Angel's face had scrunched up just a little bit upon drinking the tea. Clearly Angel's stomach wasn't feeling too well, otherwise the tea would probably already be gone. Magical tea was the best kind, it always tasted near perfect. Jenna sat herself next to her cousin. "So your stomach hurts?" she asked.

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"Yes," said Angel. Even when she was feeling ill, she wouldn't sink as low as to saying "yeah," the word seemed so uneducated to her. Not proper in any way. But that was just how she felt. "I think I picked up something funny in France," said Angel.

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Jenna nodded sympathetically, wondering what Angel could have. She seemed really different, weird even. But it was probably just some bug that would go away in a few days, hopefully. "Yes, that's probably it," Jenna replied. "Did anyone else appear sick while you were there?"

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"There was a man at the airport," said Angel, thinking back to the long commute back to England. "He got on the same flight I did, I might have got something from him. Or perhaps on the train to the airport." She forced down another sip of tea.

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Jenna nodded again, wondering who Angel could've gotten this weird bug from. As far as news went, there was nothing from France about any strange new illnesses, so Angel had to have had something known to wizards. "Hopefully it will just pass in a few days," Jenna said.

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Angel nodded and forced down yet another sip of tea. So far her stomach was keeping it, but it still threatened her to eject it at any moment. Tomorrow she was not going to eat breakfast. "Hopefully," Angel said wearily, eyes wandering to the grate. There wasn't a fire in it at the moment, too early in the day.