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|  ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
SPOILER!!: Heath <3 Quote:
Originally Posted by MadMadamMalfoy  Ugh! Heath thought he would never get clean after that disaster of a COMC lesson! Having finally washed and changed into his usual non-uniform outfit (dark shirt, jeans, and his trademark Star Wars jacket), he found himself with some free time on his hands. He'd originally planned to lose himself in a good book, but he suddenly remembered there was something he was supposed to do in the kitchen. What was it?
Upon entering the kitchen, Heath spotted a familiar figure that jogged his memory. Claudine's cold… that's why he was here! He was going to make her some chicken soup and ask one of the house elves to take it to her without her knowing who sent it, but he hadn't expected to run into her in the process. Now there was no way to do this without her noticing, and if she knew, she might guess his deepest secret! Maybe he should just go…
He started to turn away, but something about the way she rested her head on her arms had him concerned. Was she asleep? He didn't want to disturb her, but he couldn't leave unless he knew she was okay. He'd already made that mistake once today! "Claudine?" he whispered, standing beside her chair. "Are you alright?"
Claudine was, in fact, halfway into a blissful sleep. The voice speaking to hear seemed to be a part of a dream that involved President the kneazle capable of human speech and was now prodding her with a paw and asking if she was alright because she hadn’t arrived at the Sanctuary to feed him as well as the other animals she cared for on time. Professor Willis would kill her or worse, revoke his permission for her to intern for him. The thought startled out of her reverie and she suddenly sat up, her heart pounding as though she had run for miles.
Where was she? What was wrong with her throat? Why did she feel so off? She blinked once, twice. Oh, right. She was in the kitchen and she had a cold and was here to make some so- Claudine swung her gaze to her side when she became aware of someone there. “Hi.’’ Claudine croaked out at Heats, her throat all dry and scratchy. She looked up at him, her expression as miserable as she felt. “You might want to step back. I think my cold has gotten a little worse.” The girl was even too unwell to make the soup she had wanted to. Should she even ask a house elf and be a bother? |
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