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Current mood:	sore
Entry tags:	!1998: 03, !incomplete, !open, merlin toke

Who: Merlin Toke & open
When: After lessons, Friday afternoon
Where: Corridor of your choice
What: Visions leave hangovers
Rating: TBA




Merlin was terrible at Herbology on a good day, but he was suffering from the mother of all vision hangovers and not even the fact that the teacher he was slightly giddy over had written to him could force it away. He felt like his sinuses were filled with some kind of burning candle wax, his eyes felt bruised, his head... well, the less said about his head the better. His ears were blocked, his vision spotty and he ached like a bitch everywhere.

He wanted to go back to bed and curl up until it went away, but he was disoriented and fuzzy headed and he had homework to do anyway. Homework that could wait, apparently, because his body decided 'no' on getting back to the dorm and had him sit down suddenly, not so much a collapse as a sudden fall concentrated on one spot. Merlin thanked his lucky stars that he'd slid down into the wall but he didn't bother getting up, at least not just yet; the brick behind his head was cool, so he just closed his eyes and moaned softly to himself, taking a minute for some brief self-pity.