Who: Angelina and Fred What: Some uplifting shite since all their other stuff has been sads Where: Hospital Wing When: Backdated to Thursday Rating: I'm gonna go with cute
Angelina was pretty sure she was in hell, or at the very least, Pomfrey had lit something on fire without telling her just for shits and giggles. She couldn't help but toss and turn, feeling completely miserable and hating the fact she had yet to start feeling any better. She kept fluctuating between being incredibly hot, yet shivering like she was freezing hold. Her body was on fire, but her hands were like ice and her feet weren't any better.
Her head pounded and she felt weak. Getting up to go the bathroom felt like she was running a marathon. And the worst part of it all? She was so bloody bored.
Of course she was supposed to be resting, but anyone who knew Angelina in the slightest knew that sitting still for more than ten minutes had her going half bananas. It was an interesting mixture of feelings, to say the least.
She had spend most of her day sleeping, and was currently locked in a ridiculously weird dream as her fever bubbled beneath the surface, causing tendrils of dark brown, almost black hair to cling to her sweaty skin. What she would have given in that moment for some damn relief....