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Zephyr 
So it was Theo. Mordred smiled then instantly gave him a disgusted look when he saw his eyes. He stopped piling his plate with food and turned his attention to him. “Do you want me to take you to the Healer?” he asked completely forgetting the Pepper-Up Potion he was carrying. He too felt that a flu was coming up because of the sudden change of weather.
Mordred started to eat the food on his plate and eyed his brother. “You missed the Quidditch match against the Badgers.” He said shrugging. It was no big deal though, because one: they won, and two: he also missed the game.
“You need to eat something, Theo.” He said in a stern voice sounding a lot like his own dad. He started to eat the hot corn and crab soup that he got and noticed that the boy must be cold. “Soup?” Yes. That should help.
Theodore vigorously shook his head, "
I don't like doctors." He didn't like ANYONE like that, not even dentists. So, whenever the boy did get ill, he usually just suffered with it. "
Besides, I'm past the worst of it, I think." He rested his head on the table again.
Yea, he was no better.
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I knooooooooooooooow, don't remind me." He whined. "
I heard we won, though." Theo would be more excited if HE was a part of the big win. As selfish as that sounded. "
What happened to Professor Vindictus?" Cos no one had actually filled him in, he had just heard some kids gossiping on his way to the Great Hall...
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No, no, no." He made a face at the soup. Nope, not hungry at all.
WHY did he come here? To the place where FOOD was?