The Second

[waterworks_cho]

Madam Pomfrey can regrow bones and mend cracked skulls in one night, but she can't even cure the common cold. *sneezes*

Comments

[underthecollar]

Shot o' rum will warm you right up. Say the word and you've got it!

[silverfringe]

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You do realize that professors can read this, don't you?

[i_like_acidpops]

We can also read the banter between yourself and Mr. Potter.

[silverfringe]

Sorry, sir, but how is that relevant? Neither Potter nor I have ever admitted to possessing alcohol.

[silverfringe]

Ironic, isn't it?

[waterworks_cho]

It certainly is.

[silverfringe]

You could always try some Pepperup Potion. Or an Invigoration Draught.

[forever_alight]

Ugh. A couple of days in bed and boxes of tissues should do the trick. Surely she must have something to take hide the sore throat, cough, runny nose, throbbing head etc?

[waterworks_cho]

It's helped a little, but now the little rubbish bin in my room is overflowing with tissues, and I'm completely out. Have you got any perhaps?
I asked her and she didn't have anything to cure any of my symptoms. Ridiculous isn't it? But I guess I shouldn't complain too much. After all, Muggle children have to deal with this sort of thing all the time.