Lavender frowned, feeling horribly childish when Parvati gauged her temperature, but feeling too groggy and awful to actually try and change her demeanour. Whichever way you looked at it, she was ill. Right now, it was just a question of how ill.
She tugged her fluffy dressing gown around her more tightly. "I should put on actual clothes," she said. However ill she was, she was not going out in her pyjamas, however warm and cosy they were. Today, she'd skip any make-up.
The clothes she found to wear were a simple cotton skirt and top. Not the warmest of things, but they felt nice against her skin. As she was getting dressed, she couldn't help but let out an annoyed sob when she saw that a greenish, purplish rash was spreading up her chest. This wasn't fair Scowling, she tugged on a cardigan. She was too tired to deal with this. Why couldn't she just go back to bed? Maybe Parvati would be nice and let her...
Sighing, she sagged against the door frame. "I hate being ill," she complained.