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MadMadamMalfoy · 07-14-2020, 06:40 PM

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Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19

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?

Heath watched as Claudine sat up, inwardly berating himself for starling her. She looked and sounded so much worse than the last time he saw her! Seeing her so miserable felt like his heart was being zapped with Force lightning, and without his usual veil of dark hair, all the sadness and concern in his eyes were on full display. "Sorry! I didn't mean to scare you," he said softly.

Claudine's words got a head shake from him. "I'm afraid you're stuck with me," he replied. If he got sick, he could deal with it, but he was not leaving her. Not again! Oh dear Merlin, he should've never left her side in COMC! He should've offered to escort her to Healer Rook the moment Professor W gave her permission to go. He should've insisted on doing it after class and just let her argue about it as much as she wanted. The only reason he didn't was that he didn't think she'd want him anywhere near her looking as dirty as he did!

Heath leaned against the table, looking around the room for something to distract himself from his emotions. He saw the pots and pans against the wall and suddenly remembered something. "My granny used to make the best chicken soup," he mused out loud, surprising himself. Why in the galaxy was he talking about this? He hardly ever mentioned his family to anyone, especially not now, but for once, it wasn't a bad reminder of the life he'd probably never get back. "She'd make it every time I got sick. Granted, it's not as effective as pepperup potion, but it tasted a lot better."

Was he rambling? Probably. He looked back at Claudine, nervously running a hand through his hair. "If you like, I could try to make you some," he offered. What he neglected to mention was that that had been his intention all along!

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MadMadamMalfoy Newbie Mod Alley Proprietor Mackled Malaclaw Join Date: Feb 2016 Location: Hazbin Hotel Posts: 11,077 Hogwarts RPG Name: Norman A. Carton Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Sydney M. L. Masters Slytherin Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Maddox B. Buchanan Gryffindor Fourth Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Caledon Roth The Leaky Cauldron	Rhibear ~ Madam Solo ~ Dark Brooding Girl ~ Accio Jedi ~ Gryffinclaw ~ Just a doll Quote: Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19 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? Heath watched as Claudine sat up, inwardly berating himself for starling her. She looked and sounded so much worse than the last time he saw her! Seeing her so miserable felt like his heart was being zapped with Force lightning, and without his usual veil of dark hair, all the sadness and concern in his eyes were on full display. "Sorry! I didn't mean to scare you," he said softly. Claudine's words got a head shake from him. "I'm afraid you're stuck with me," he replied. If he got sick, he could deal with it, but he was not leaving her. Not again! Oh dear Merlin, he should've never left her side in COMC! He should've offered to escort her to Healer Rook the moment Professor W gave her permission to go. He should've insisted on doing it after class and just let her argue about it as much as she wanted. The only reason he didn't was that he didn't think she'd want him anywhere near her looking as dirty as he did! Heath leaned against the table, looking around the room for something to distract himself from his emotions. He saw the pots and pans against the wall and suddenly remembered something. "My granny used to make the best chicken soup," he mused out loud, surprising himself. Why in the galaxy was he talking about this? He hardly ever mentioned his family to anyone, especially not now, but for once, it wasn't a bad reminder of the life he'd probably never get back. "She'd make it every time I got sick. Granted, it's not as effective as pepperup potion, but it tasted a lot better." Was he rambling? Probably. He looked back at Claudine, nervously running a hand through his hair. "If you like, I could try to make you some," he offered. What he neglected to mention was that that had been his intention all along! __________________ Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true...