Daniel's head had been pounding since early in the morning, about the time his first class of the day had been over. He rubbed his forehead from time to time as he sat on the bench at the Hufflepuff table for lunch.

The third-year reached for the sandwich tower on a plate on his left, selecting two and placing them on the plate in front of him. He then poured some pumpkin juice into the goblet and lowered his gaze to look at his food. He wasn't really hungry but he had learned from home that eating was important even when you weren't feeling well.

He sighed softly before he picked up a sandwich, prepared to bite into it, but then lowered it back down again. Instead, he grabbed the pumpkin juice and took a sip.