Sunlight had crept across the floorboards. It had inched its way up the blanket draped over the side of the bed until it was shining right into his eye. “Ach.” Foozle gripped the edge of his covers and pulled it over his head. “gae awey…” he grumbled at the sun hanging out the window. Since yesterday he just hadn’t felt right. He hadn’t been able to keep any food down and had given up eating. At this point the thought of even going down to the Great Hall for a real meal made his stomach do churn like old butter.
“You missed lunch.” One hazel eye poked back out from underneath. Ford was at his trunk across the room getting some books out. The lump under the blanket only groaned as a reply. “When are you gonna go see Madam Pomfrey, Lando?”
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