The next morning, was a Saturday, meaning that all the girls were still laying in bed having a lie in. Well usually that means sleeping, but in our own personal girl world, lie in meant literally ‘lying in bed’ while we discuss some of the more important things in life.
“Did you hear that Veronica slept with both Gregory Pilkins from Ravenclaw and Robert Flint from Slytherin. At the same time.”
Well, important to some people at least.
We all stared at Dom. Loving the attention she was getting form us she added “In a broom cupboard.”
“Seriously? That girl has reached new lows” Rose said as she pushed herself out of bed.
“I know, it can’t have been comfortable. Broom cupboards are pretty small” Holly said as she rolled out of bed. She literally rolled out of bed. Landed on the floor and everything. Being used to her daily routine however, no one in the room even batted an eyelid at her weird but wonderful ways.
“Not really the bit we were focusing on Hols.” I stretched out in bed, feeling a little queasy.
“Alright girlies, it’s time to get up. It’s eleven thirty, and we all got stuff to do so…Vamoosh!” Rose walked over to Dom after telling us to get up and pulled her bedding off her.
Dom pulled her legs up towards herself. “Traitor” she grumbled as Rose smirked, picking up the clothes she would be wearing today. “It’s too early, you can wake us up at seven on a weekday, but leave us alone on the weekends, alright?”
“You have Quidditch practice soon. Ames always comes to the library with me for an hour as long as I let her use the prefects bathrooms on Sundays, and Holly….” she trailed off before having a look of confusion on her face. “What do you do on weekends Holly?”
“She does lots of things, don’t you Hols?” I smirked.
“Of course. I’ve got to organise Speedy’s outfits, have a wheelbarrow race, see how many people I can get in a broom cupboard, play ‘fly on the wall’. You know, the norm.”
Rose just stared at Holly, while I snickered. Dom asked “What’s ‘fly on the wall?’ which sobered me up quickly, before I scowled.
“It’s a stupid game. She doesn’t even warn people that they’re playing it. In third year, she dragged me into a classroom, and stuck me to the wall. I didn’t notice that there were other people there. Basically it’s whoever stays up there the longest.”
“Did you at least win?” Dom laughed.
“Nope, got myself down, didn’t I? I think a first year did. They didn’t know much magic then, so they didn’t know how to get down.”
As Rose walked towards the bathroom, the queasy feeling I was experiencing escalated, and I knew I was going to be sick. I pushed Rose out the way as I sprinted into the bathroom, before throwing up into the toilet.
I felt a pair of hands pull my hair out of the way, as another pair was rubbing soothingly on my back. When I’d finished hurling, I fell to the cold, tiled floor and rested my head against the wall. Both Rose and Dom were staring with a worried expression on their faces.
“Are you alright?” Rose asked.
“mfft” I was exhausted. Who knew throwing up was such hard work eh?
“Did you eat something bad last night?” Dom said, who was now rubbing soothing circles on my arm.
“I didn’t eat anything last night.” I closed my eyes. “I had detention, remember?”
Rose helped me up, and in the direction of the dormitory. “Maybe you have the flu. I think you should go see Madam Pomfrey.”
“No, its alright. Just give me a minute. You don’t mind if I don’t come to the library do you?”
“Don’t worry about it. You can come for two hours next Saturday.” She smirked as I groaned. “I do think you should at least stay in bed though.”
Holly was still on the floor by her bed. “What just happened?”
They tried to look after me all day. Dom left at twenty past twelve to go to practice, but came straight back when it was over to see if I was ok, even if I wish she’d had a shower first. Holly even gave up her plans to kidnap strangers in the halls and stuff them in a broom cupboard, just to try to make me feel better.
“Trust me, I’m starting to feel better.” I said. They wouldn’t believe me though, honestly. I tell them terrible lies and they gobble them up, but if I tell the truth, they ignore me. Nice.
“Flu just doesn’t go away like that.” Rose said, as she plumped up my pillows. “It usually lasts at least a week.”
“She could have a twenty four hour bug.” Dom suggested.
“She hasn’t had it for twenty four hours.” Rose sighed. “Maybe you were right Dom, maybe she did eat something bad, but yesterday lunchtime perhaps?”
“Can you stop talking about me in third person?” I huffed. “I can hear you, you know.”
“Lets ask Lorcan.” Holly contributed. “His mum is bound to know what’s wrong with her.”
“We won’t be asking them anything.” Rose said. “As much as I love Aunty Luna, she’s barking. Dad told me once that when she was a Quidditch commentator, she said one of the players was suffering with ‘Loser’s Lurgy’.”
Dom placed a thermometer in my mouth, Only god knows where she got that.
“She’s not burning up. I really don’t think this is flu.”
“I’m still here!” I pulled myself out of bed, throwing the covers off in the process. I ignored them saying that I shouldn’t be out of bed. “I am fine. I just had a dodgy stomach. Do I look ill?”
Dom and Rose both shook their heads. But Holly looked me up and down and said “Well….”
“Don’t answer that” I snapped. “It was rhetorical.”
“It’s six o’clock. I have been kept in bed, against my will, for over six hours. Damn it, I am hungry. No one is stopping me from going to the great hall, and eating anything I can get my hands on.”
As they started to walk out of the dormitory and down the staircase, I heard Dom scoff “She’s probably not ill. just pmsing.”
Pffft. Pmsing? In order to PMS, I’d actually have to have had my……
Wait a minute
I was overdue. With all the drama and stress I’d had over the last couple of weeks, I hadn’t noticed.
So as I stopped following them, time stood still.
I’d been throwing up.
I was almost always tired.
I hadn’t noticed that I was over a week late.
I’d most likely had unprotected, drunken sex.
As I started to hyperventilate, I came to only one conclusion.
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