Just whispering made Lizzie tired. And no matter how hard she tried, she just couldna seem to catch her breath properly. It was like she’d been running. Only she’d just been lying there.


Even trying to sit up left her exhausted. She ached everywhere and it felt like Dugal had decided to sit on her chest, while two of the nannies sat on her legs. Goats kept taking over her brain. It had taken her some time to realize that the dream of chasing goats around the Great Hall had been just that, a dream, and that the animal she had actually seen was Tucker, with his stupid ears.


When she woke up, the quiet of the Hospital Wing told her nothing. The dim light meant either that it was night, or the blinds were all drawn or that she see was going blind. Nope, not that. She could see Pippa quite clearly, across the way. Headed to Tucker’s bed. Great plan, lassie. Catch the their virus and get thrown out of school for bonking a boy in the Hospital Wing.


Lizzie was petty  sure even Dumbledore wouldn’t allow that. Not with a goat.


Tucker! Not a goat. Not a goat. Lizzie smiled.


A total jackass, yes, but not a goat.


Lizzie started to chuckle but dissolved into a coughing fit that nearly nearly had her throwing up. 

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