Keely looking particularly ragged today with her mess of hair shadowing her face, and fly away hairs making it look some what like a hallow in the light if she ever went into properly lit room to accent the whispy hairs. Keely looked drawn as ever and pale just like was expected of the dungeon dweller. Keely was healthy though, not one of the sick students strolling the halls, which was a new stance for Keely. Keely was normally sniffling and coughing more than the rest, with her low immune system and tendency to get sick multiple times a year. Keely had done her best to avoid some of the sick people, but as the infectious notion of a cold was entering Slytherin so was the chances of this virus. Nothing was more horrifying to Keely than the thought of getting sick and it killing or affecting her life. Keely was living in a world of fear that she would one day wake up magic-less.
Keely was making the scheduled stop in the library, pulling her self from the depths of the dungeon to meet Julian for their study session. Hunched with rounded shoulders she shuffled into the library books clasped to her chest. She sought out the boy she was here to meet, only to see a sickly looking boy. Was he ill? Was he to infect her with what ever ailed him? "You're sick," she said as she dropped her books to the table. "Don't breath my air."