■■■ chocolate
___& quarantine
______teenager | elite gymnastics trainee

Merlin's. Soggy. Silvery. Stinky. BEARD.

Q fumed as she paced around her room, again, for three hours now, again, for the fifth consecutive day in a row. Her fever broke two days ago, and her throat felt fine, so what was the hold up?? She is definitely blaming this on healers. Doctors would NEVER be this paranoid. It's not like this specific strain of whatever virus she ha, could be harmful to her parents or to Alex. They're magic! They have their potions or whatever, they wouldn't even feel it.

But nooooo, she had to stay in her room with her phone and a mat so she could keep fit, because "priorities", and die not of sickness but of BOREDOM.

Frustrated and HURT BEYOND MEASURE by her parents, all the healers in the world AND her own trainer who had done absolute zilch to help, Q marched to her table and broke off another sizeable slab of chocolate from the 400g piece that was shrinking by the minute. She'd persuaded her mother to go get her favourite honeycomb chocolate from Harrods, but even that would not last the day.

"I WILL NEVER SPEAK TO ANY OF YOU EVER AGAIN."

UGH.