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verbain 
He wanted some soup.
Yes, poor Theodore was feeling very under the weather today, typically! First day back and stuff! He hoped he'd feel better for the Quidditch tryouts! Though, there really was no way he'd miss it, even if he was on his deathbed. He shuddered, and pulled his jacket tightly around him. The front was a wise place to sit. Closest to the driver if he spontaneously exploded and stuff.
Sliding the door open, Theo flopped onto the sofa thing and lay there for a few long minutes. It didn't take long, and SNOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooore...... he was off.
Sleeping like a baby.
A baby dreaming of soup.
:3
Ella was wandering the corridor looking for her people. HER PEOPLE...Where were her people, anyway? She hadn't seen anyone she knew in quite some time. This made the third year a bit sad because she longed for company.
She peeked into the compartment windows as she passed them, hoping to see any familiar faces, nomming on gummy worms as she went. The small blonde stopped short when she spied a little human who appeared to be sleeping...and shivering...inside the nearest compartment. O__O Was that Theodore? EEP. Was he sick or something? Concerned, Ella opened the compartment door and cleared her throat.
"Erm...Theodore? Are you okay?" He wasn't going to like...die or anything...was he?!