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imaginarynumb3rs:
No. No, Wesley was not. She had been okay, but she was definitely not okay right now. She was sick.
Gasping slightly, her mouth filled with that horrendous puke taste, she stared at the potion, which was no longer beautiful or sweetly smelling. It was... description was not necessary. It was nasty. It made her want to vomit. Again.
Feeling herself gag, the Hufflepuff looked at Tibi, eyes wide in silent apologies, before covering her mouth with her hand and dashing out of the classroom.
Restroom. She needed to get to the girl's restroom. Pronto.
He felt bad for her. He really did. And he was maybe a little relieved that they wouldn't have to be in love with each other.
"Feel better?" he called meekly after her as she left the classroom. Great. Now he had a vomit-y cauldron to clean out by himself. And he still didn't have someone to give his potion to. Not that he was terribly troubled by that. After all, if no one drank his, he wouldn't have to drink anyone else's.
But as he looked sideways at Kazimeriz, he knew he'd have to. He wasn't getting out of it quite that easily.