*snnniff*
Jackson begrudgingly entered the classroom. Nothing against the professor, but he was
*cough! cough... coughcoughcough*
feeling under the weather. His head was heavy, his eyelids were drooping, and he had eaten a whole half bowl of soup this morning. He was feeling worn down these days, what with OWLs approaching ever faster, patrols, and the dreary every day as well. He was still here though. He was trying. He gave a smile to Professor Sabra, which took a good amount of effort, before reading the board. Oh thank Merlin, he could sit down! He did so, and began pulling out his supplies... and a few tissues just in case.
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