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Aspen watched as Enid threw up in the vase, knowing Orion and Cleo were about to do their rounds soon. His bit his lip, his own stomach turning a bit from seeing that, but took a deep breath. He wondered if there was a spell that could clean it up, but none came to mind. Silently, he stepped over and pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket. “It’s fine…ahh…I can take the blame for you, do you need to go to the hospital wing?”
Embarrassed by her unreliable stomach, Enid blushed and took the handkerchief from him, wiping her mouth on it carefully. “You don’t have to do that,” she shook her head and tried to think of another way. She knew she’d be in trouble if someone in a position of authority caught her. “Uhm..I don’t... I think it’s just a bug,” she stammered, suspecting deep down that it was something entirely different.














