March 17, 1987
9:03 am

Jessica felt mortified!

For the last few days she'd been fighting a cold. Last night Callum had said she should probably go to see Pomfrey, but she had waved off his worries. That morning she had felt too tired to get out of bed for breakfast; she'd hardly managed to get to potions on time.

And then she was partnered with Ashby, of all people! Ivy was in the Hospital Wing, or she'd have been working with the Ravenclaw. Life was not fair in the least little bit!

Her stomach had decided, then, to rumble and grumble just loud enough for Ashby to make some comment that had turned her face red and caused a squeak to escape her.

But that wasn't the mortified part!

No, no.

What was mortifying was when she had entirely fainted. Right into Ashby's lap!

And if that wasn't horrible enough, when she'd been suddenly woken by a spell from the tip of the Professor Snape's wand, he'd been none to kind about sending her to the Hospital Wing. She'd not managed more than a few steps before she nearly fainted again and then Ashby - oh Merlin! - Ashby was told to escort her. 

She'd spent the entire walk from the dungeons to the first floor having to listen to a tirade of mean things from Ashby. The worst part was that she'd had to hold onto him to get up the steps. She was sure that she was about to burst into tears, in front of him, before they finally reached the door to the Hospital Wing and he'd all but shoved her at it before turning on his heel and muttering something about diseased Gryffindors.

But now she was tucked into the cot one over from Ivy, potioned up with a poultice pressed to her feet. Concerns about Ashby far away as she did her best to rest.