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Originally Posted by
Grisly Longbones 
"ACHOO!"
Alex Greingoth sniffled and rubbed his nose. Colds were NO fun at all, and he couldn't remember the last time he had a cold, so it was extra worse. He tried to avoid being sick if possible, and had managed to be free of germs for a few years. Now he felt like he was dying. No fun at allllll.
Why was he down here in the dungeons again? Oh right, he'd been hoping to run in to his sort-of-step-mother and see if she had any pepper up potion or something. He could go to the nurse, but the line was ridiculous and he was not about to wait with MORE sick people and make himself even worse.
Sierra was strolling down the corridor at the pace of a snail. Why? Well, she'd been feeling rock bottom sick for a full week today, and for some reason, she just wasn't better at all. She was currently roaming the corridor in search of her mother, who was probably in her office. If she could just get to that office, which seemed about a mile and a half away with her being sick, everything would be soooo much better.
...and on top of that, her blasted arm was still wrapped into a bandage, a battle wound from the Quidditch pitch. Feeling a little weak, her eyes fluttered closed, and then...they opened wide again when she heard a sneeze. She whirled around to see just who this was about to see her in one of her weakest moments.
"Alex...ALEX!" she said. She needed him to be her GUINEA PIG, too. There was that one homework assignment, which she thought might be a little late...