Paris wasn't used to the extreme cold she was experiencing here at Hogwarts and she was sick. She was bundled up like a tick ready to pop when she walked into the classroom. Her face was flushed and the pockets of her robes were overflowing with tissues. Her nose was stopped up and her ears were clogged. She felt like utter crap and she didn't know why she was in class or to be honest how she had got there, but charms was one of her favorite classes and she wanted to be there.

ACHOOO!

The violent sneeze almost drove her to the floor, and her head started to ring. She wiped her nose and trudged on to find her seat. She glanced at the board but could barely make out what it said. She just found a seat and put her head on the desk to wait for Professor Ashby to start class.