Who: Fenrir Greyback and Roxanne Weasley What: Getting used to jungle life Where: The forest When: 12 Apr, morning Rating: Medium for throwing up? Status: Closed, Incomplete
He couldn’t afford to throw up. But no matter how many times Fenrir thought it, it didn’t do much to convince his stomach. The weather had been growing steadily hotter and stickier over the last couple of days, and even the shade offered by the rapidly thickening canopy was doing little to help him deal with it. The climate was about as far from what he was used to as it was possible to be. But he had found some fresh water to drink, and managed to bury himself in enough shade to avoid sunstroke. That wasn’t his problem. The problem was most likely that very strangely coloured lizard that he’d found himself gnawing on last night.
He’d been so hungry. It had been his fifth day on the island and the first decent sized meal he’d been able to catch. He certainly wasn’t about to go into the village, after all – a dodgy stomach was a small price to play for keeping his scalp. Fenrir had been on the receiving end of such treatment too many times to submit himself to it voluntarily, and nothing he’d seen during his brief experience with the journal had done anything to convince him that this place was any different.
Not that that fact helped him very much right now. Fenrir was hunkered down beneath a tree, spitting bile after his last meal had been thoroughly rejected. Swearing, he dragged the back of his hand against his mouth, shifting so he was sat with his back against the trunk. Sweat coated his brow and he sighed, pulling his knees up to his chest in an attempt to soothe his cramping stomach.