Flu

[alt_harry]

Ugh, I have the flu. Madam Pomfrey made me drink some horrible stuff. At least I have Granger to read to me. House elves won't do that. It makes it a lot easier to revise when I'm all achey. 

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[alt_regulus]

I hope you feel better soon, there. I always found that stuff the Matron pours out when you're sick to be worse than just being sick. It does work, though, so it comes down to a choice of how long you want to go on being sick. You probably made the better choice. Not that that makes the taste any less awful.

I've never met an elf that could read, either. But haven't you ever asked your elf to tell you stories? Mine knew loads of good stories.

Hm. I hadn't thought of that in a long time.

[alt_harry]

I haven't ever asked an elf for stories no. I don't think I thought they really had any stories to tell. What kind of stories?

[alt_regulus]

Well, my elf used to make up stories about me. About Master Regulus and all the adventures he had. With crazy pirates. And ingenious sorcerers. And fighting wicked giants. And outsmarting his horrible older brother. (Who had great slimey teeth because he never brushed them. And greasy hair because he never washed it. And disgusting breath because he was always gnawing on rotting bones he'd dig out of the rubbish.)

Stories like that.

I loved them.

[alt_pansy]

Who knew elves had imaginations? I don't think I've ever talked to an elf for an extended amount of time before.

And you must be really bored. I read your list of things you've done today. It must have taken ages to write all that down, and it wasn't very interesting sorts of things at all.

[alt_ron]

Ooph. That sounds awful.

Hope you feel better soon, mate.

[alt_pansy]

I'm sorry to hear that.

Is it catching? If not, you can come down to the common room and revise a little with Sally Anne and me. If you want. We'll even let you have the couch.

[alt_pansy]

It's funny, now you're a bit of a pirate, aren't you?

I'm not saying you're crazy, but you do have the appropriate accessories.

[alt_regulus]

Heh.

Well, I haven't earned my eye patch yet, I guess. Or a ship.

Or a crew.

But I may be on the way to being mad, so you could be right.

[alt_pansy]

Let me know if a parrot starts hanging around your windowsill.

[alt_regulus]

I think most people don't pay much attention to elves; they just look right over their heads and don't see them. Anyway, I wasn't allowed to really have friends when I was small, and the elf was always there.

Maybe I should make up elf stories about what I've got up to? That'd be better reading, anyway.

You're right, though. My life is dull. Not an interesting thing in the lot. Even if you squint sideways at it.

[alt_regulus]

I'll be sure to tell you.

How's your kneazle? D'you think it would try to eat a parrot if it met one?

[alt_pansy]

You've been reading up on me.

Pyewacket is a very smart kneazle. He'd know if the parrot was special to someone. At least I think he'd be good. He can get a little vicious every now and then.

[alt_pansy]

I'd like that.

Pirate Black and his plundering crew of villains, threatening poor ladies that dare to walk outside with their prams, and cruelly toasting bread.

[alt_regulus]

I shall be sure to toast my bread most cruelly tomorrow and every day hereafter.

I will need to hire some villains. I'll look into that. And, to be honest--which I endeavour to be; I think it shows well in a pirate--the lady with pram terrified me. I don't think I managed to be very threatening at all.

I expect you're disappointed, then.

[alt_pansy]

Well, can't all be perfect.

[alt_regulus]

Well, who doesn't every now and then?

He sounds like a good, self-respecting kneazle.

[alt_regulus]

Sadly true.

And now we should allow Master Harry to have his journal pages back. I hope he's resting well.

[alt_pansy]

I hope so too.

Good night, Pirate.

[alt_sally_anne]

The flu is REALLY catching, unless Madam Pomfrey has something that would keep us from catching it. So I think Harry should stay in bed. But I wouldn't expect he'd much want to get out of it anyway.

[alt_lucius]

How are you feeling to-day?

Young Black is correct that Madam Pomfrey's concoctions may not be the most pleasant things to quaff, but it is always advisable to see to colds and flu sooner rather than later.

[alt_harry]

Better. I suppose I'm happy I drank the potion even if it was gross. But still tired.

[alt_harry]

Me too, can you imagine Quidditch going on without me? I would be so angry.

[alt_ron]

Well, I doubt they'd have the game if you couldn't play. I mean, I imagine your side would find some clever Slytherin reason why it had to be postponed... too much rain, or summat.

Kidding. !!

I hope you're better by then! It would be dead brutal to be sick that many days.

[alt_terry]

I solemnly Swear That I Am Up to No Good

Hermione, you aren't getting sick too, are you, from spending time around your master? Mr Marvolo would let you get some potion if you do, right? They probably wouldn't want to have you spread anything to anyone else, if you came down with something.

I'm doing lots better. My legs don't hurt at all any more, and my right hand just twinges a little if I close the fingers tight. Madam Pomfrey fixed me up fine. Master's pretending the whole thing never happened, like he always does.

I need to find another pair of trousers, though. With all the holes burned in my old ones, they're more air than cloth. I'm ashamed to be seen in them. I'm hoping maybe Lee can let me have an old pair of his.