Jan 2, 2016
Check-Up | highlylcgical
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Draco was sure he’d caught some sort of virulent Muggle virus and he loathed the thought of going back to fill out his Wizengamot sentencing in Muggle London without a full physical at a proper wizarding hospital like St. Mungo’s.
He coughed into his gloved hand, feeling absolutely wretched. He felt hot and cold at once, aching all over. He sat in the waiting room, expecting to be the last to be called in considering the enraged scowl he was awarded by the nurse at the check in desk. Despite several layers of clothing, he shivered in his wool over coat. Merlin, he just wanted to die.