*in the hospital wing*

[dear_caradoc]

*Caradoc is in the hospital wing and is kind of sleeping after having a very severe allergic reaction to firewhiskey*

[OOC: Open post.  Come help Caradoc get better.]

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[gryffindorc]

*randomly walks into the wing to see who's there and spots him* Hello, Caradocy-doc. How's the band?

[dear_caradoc]

*opens his eyes a little and chokes out a reply* Alright. I think *coughs* we might have a singer now.

[gryffindorc]

Oh, you look like shit. *stands beside his bed and pats his head* Are you alright?

[dear_caradoc]

*coughs again and scratches at a patch of hives on his arm* Yeah, I'm feeling a little better, I guess. This is better than being unconscious. Remind me not to drink firewhiskey again.

[dear_caradoc]

*coughs* I took Ella down to the Three Broomsticks for St. Patrick's day and we got into a drinking competition. *laughs then starts coughing again* Apparently, I'm highly allergic to firewhiskey.

[dear_caradoc]

No, not competition. I like to win. *smirks and coughs again*

You're right. I should probably stop competing with everyone and just enjoy life.

[blairy_lights]

*comes shufflin in*
Madam Pomfrey, do you have any hangover potion? *looks around to see no one except Caradoc in the Hospital Wing* Oh, hello there.

[dear_caradoc]

Hey. *coughs* You must have had quite the night yesterday to be in need of a hangover potion. *smirks*

[blairy_lights]

I think so...but I can't remember most of it. Hopefully I didn't do anything like run through the school naked or anything.
And you shouldn't be talking, I mean you sound awful too. What happened? Too much drinking?

[dear_caradoc]

I'm not sure about the running naked part, but I definitely remember you and Dorcas running through the school.

*coughs* I'm getting better. *coughs again* It wasn't too much drinking. Well, it kind of was, but kind of not at the same time. I'm apparently allergic to firewhiskey, so this is the result of me drinking it.

[frosted_eyelash]

Soo...*sits down on the chair next to his bed and hands him a vial* The prospective Healer is the one that needs some healing today, is he? *grins* Too much St. Patty's day cheer?

[dear_caradoc]

*pouts and coughs* Yes, I do.

I now have a love/hate relationship with St. Patrick's Day. How is that the one thing Ella really likes, I'm allergic to?

[frosted_eyelash]

*laughs and points to the vial* Drink up. And if you can tell me the ingredients of that potion, I'll let you out without Pomfrey's age-old recommendation of 'bedrest'.

Ah, Irony. It is sweet and bites you in the arse hard.

[dear_caradoc]

*coughs* Cassie, really, I've just recovered from an allergic reaction and you're making me tell you potion ingredients. Can't a boy have a break?

I hate irony.

[dear_caradoc]

*suddenly is very, very happy, but still coughing* Ella! *joins in at glaring at Veve to leave*

[OOC: HAHA YAY.]

[dear_caradoc]

Ella, Ella, Ella, I am not allergic to you. If I was, I would have probably died back in the kitchen. So I take it you're sober now?