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Rachel made her way to the table, panting slightly. It was frightfully tiring to walk slowly down all those stairs from the common room to the Great Hall when you have an ever increasing headache brewing in your skull, she discovered as she finally plonked down on the seat closest to the entrance. "Ow!" she winced as the sitting caused her head to throb painfully, and she quickly poured herself lots of water, gulping it down as quickly as she was allowed without throwing up.
Piling all the health food she could find on the table (she eyed the bacon wistfully), she ate at a steady speed, wincing every now and then as the chewing sent jars of pain to her head. That's it! she thought angrily as she realised the headache wasn't planning on going away soon.
Gritting her teeth, she stood up and walked out of the Hall towards the Hospital Wing. One simple Pepper-Up potion's all I need. There's no reason to suffer! she thought reasonably as she walked, her face contorted with pain as the pan intensified.
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