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Alice was trying to cram her books into her bag as she ran from one class to the next. More focused on her bag than where she was going, she didn’t see the student in front of her and collided with them. Books and papers flew in all directions. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! I’m so clumsy! Are you alright?”
Peter woke up on Sunday coughing. Not the kind of cough when you choke on your saliva or talk too much. It was a heaving cough, the kind that gave him a headache just from the act of coughing. And his nose was completely stuffed, he had to breathe through his mouth. Ah, Merlin. It was the kind of thing he felt whenever-whenever he contracted the flu. Great.
The time was ungodly early, and his dorm mates were sound asleep. Not wanting to piss them off with his constant coughing, he softly got out of bed and got dressed, which proved difficult. He then went down to the common room, disturbed a very annoyed Fat Lady, and began the trek to the Hospital Wing. He’d had the flu before, and figured that it was best to get it treated. On the way, though, he discovered that it was quite hard to walk, and tripped over something small (maybe it was nothing). When he looked up, he saw a face looking at him.
“Can you give me a hand?”
“Do you have any idea why everybody’s coughing so much? It’s getting ridiculous, every person I’ve seen is coughing. Probably strep throat or the flu or something, contagious. Great. And I feel exhausted, is that a symptom?”
Severus was in denial. He’d had the symptoms for a day now. It was manageable so far. Just a little tremor in his body and the occasional sniffling. We wasn’t about to go to the hospital wing. No one else seemed to have noticed. If they had, they weren’t saying anything. He was glad though. The last thing he wanted was to go to the hospital wing. He could fight this on his own, he needed no one.
He was heading to class but suddenly, he felt dizzy. He slowly tried to take a step forward, staggering. He took another. And another. Severus tried to take a fourth step but collided with another student, stumbling backward.
“If you don’t mind, I’m trying to focus.” Severus shot a glance at the intruder, using Slughorn’s classroom to practice brewing Amorentia.
As Alecto begun to hear the faint padding footsteps of someone who seemed to be following her, a small smirk began to play upon her lips as she turned around, whipping out her wand as she asked, “Perhaps you need to learn the art of subtlety.”
Thomas looked up from the potions essay he’d been working on all night. “I feel like I’ve been in this library forever. Do you know what time it is?”
“Have you ever noticed that the new DADA professor comes into class over ten minutes late each time? I think it’s a Hogwarts rule that you’re able to get up and leave if they’re not in the classroom within the first half of the class. Anyone willing to walk out with me on Thursday?”
