Who: Albus and Scorpius Where: Bungalow #1 When: Tuesday morning What: Albus is sick and Scorpius was a healer. You figure it out. Status/Rating: Incomplete, low
Scorpius was tired of hearing Albus sound like he was on his deathbed (or, in this case, death-couch). That, and he was his best friend. He had to feel bad when his friend was feeling miserable and looking like death warmed over. That's what friends did for friends. They cared about them, and so on and so forth.
With a few things prepared from the apothecary, Scorpius sat down on the coffee table and prodded his best friend's shoulder. He seemed to be asleep, but not peacefully so. His breathing was ragged and Scorpius could tell his nose was stuffed up.