RP: I'd take a hangover to this any day. Date: 5th March, 2005 Characters: Stephen and Adrian Location: Hogwarts Private/Public: Private Rating: Warnings: Summary: The boys are sick and Adrian doesn't like it one bit.
Adrian hadn't been feeling at all well and neither had Stephen... In fact nobody had been feeling all that hot as of late. He'd thought it was something they'd picked up in the Caribbean at first but after Malfoy's warning, he'd wondered if it wasn't this plan of Rodolphus's that had them feeling like crap. It had been working up steadily for a week and so far there was no relief; he'd spent all of yesterday in bed after swooning - and not like a bloody woman - just before he'd been about to fly into work. Now the spots on his back were bleeding and his vision was blurred. His joints felt too stiff to use and every time he did, it made him want to vomit.
All in all, he wasn't feeling like a bundle of joy. He fucking hated being sick.
"Stephen?" he asked, shaking his head and turning it to regard his husband who looked about as bad as he felt. He was more worried about him than himself, hating to see him ill and knowing he was too sick himself to do anything about it. "Feeling any better? Only you look like absolute crap."