Evan was the bestest brother in the world even if he was almost smothering with the Spanish Inquisition type questions that he was laying on. She tried her best to restrain herself from rolling her eyes. Evan was by far worse than Noah checking in on her. But he was doing it because he cared. She didn’t recognize it for it didn’t make her feel better in the moment but she’d think back on this moment fondly later on in the term.

She turned around to her brother with arms folded and back slightly hunched over her tummy. “I don’t know… my tummy’s flip flopping and swirling… it makes no sense biologically but can your tummy get loose and get all weird. I started feeling that way at the Term Feast. Maybe I was upset because Schmoe was gone but I like Professor Carton SO MUCH. I just…. I feel sick…. can I have a candy?”

She gave him the biggest puppy eyes ever before continuing to waddle over to a chair. She promptly seated herself, sinking into the chair with hands across chest.