Morning Sickness |*| [Perie]
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Perdita had been in Arithmancy, one of her favorite classes, but she hadn’t been able to concentrate. She’d been feeling sick all morning, since she’d gotten up. When she’d kissed Paul goodbye in the hallway before parting ways after breakfast (of which she hadn’t eaten all of, because--well, she could hardly stomach it. The smell of the ham had made her feel like she was going to be ill.)
She’d done a proper job ignoring it, simply because she couldn’t get sick. It was too close to the end of the year and she had to make top marks. Especially since she wanted to go into the Registrar for new witches and wizards, using complex arithmancy spells to calculate the newest additions to the world of magic (not unlike coding a computer program to run properly.)
But, she could feel her breakfast stirring in her gut. Standing up quickly, she’d asked Professor Thatch to be excused, and then made her way quickly to the bathroom, a hand at her mouth. She nearly knocked someone over on her way but she didn’t pay attention to who as she darted into the bathroom, falling to her knees and vomiting into the toilet immediately, the door to the stall still half open.