The stink of toilet was really starting to get to me. The sickeningly sweet smell of old urine and porcelain. I wonder how many bums...

My sides heaved and I retched into the toilet in Fred and George's flat above the shop for what seemed like the millionth time today.

I wiped my mouth daintily on a peice of toilet paper and leaned my forehead back against the rim of the bowl. It was cold against my sweaty forehead.

The Puking Pastilles definitely needed a stronger antidote.

Skiving Snackboxes we were calling them. Guaranteed to get you out of class. One side of the sweet makes you ill, and the other fixes you up the moment you are out of the classroom!

Ooh! Ahh!

Slight problems:

-Nosebleed Nougats bleed you dry in 3 minutes.

-A person knocked unconcious by a Fainting Fancy can't eat the antidote unless its fed to them by somebody else.

-The Puking Pastille antidote can't be kept down through the neverending retching.

I rolled my eyes at myself.

I flung a hand up to the sink and felt around for another antidote.

The small blue pill went down jerkily, but I pressed my hand over my mouth to prevent any projectiles.

"Good grief." I muttered, standing shakily, clutching the sink for support.

I looked in the slightly rusted mirror. And immediately regretted it.

My fringe was plastered to my forehead with sweat in an awkward angle.

My eyes were all puffy.

Dried sick ran all down my nightie.

I haven't looked THIS good since I babysat my werewolf teacher for a night two years ago.

I smiled in spite of myself.

I couldn't wait to go back to that crazy school.

I sighed and clicked off the bathroom light behind me as I shuffled back to the sagging sofa I had comandeered for the night.

For the first time in 7 hours, my stomach stopped churning.

I snuggled down into the ratty quilt contentedly.

In the next room, I heard the snort- like snoring of the two sleeping twins.

I dug my head into my pillow to drown it out, and there fell into a very breif sleep.

--

"Sally!" Fred's whisper echoed through the dark abyss.

I was vaguely aware of someone shaking my shoulder.

I felt like I had only slept for minutes.

"Urnghh!" I yanked my shoulder out of reach, and buried myself back in my pillow.

"Honestly..." he muttered, grabbing the end of the quilt.

With an unceremonious yank the nice warm covers were gone and my bare legs were freezing from exposure.

Wanker. Wanker. Wanker. Wanker.

I curled my knees to my chest protectively.

"Bloody hell!" I snapped.

In the darkness, I felt Fred sit down next to me.

"Sarah, I can't explain right now, but I have to leave."

My eyes popped open.

"Huh?"

"Mum just rang. George and I have to leave."

I sat up.

"Where?"

The dark shadow of his hand reached up and laced its fingers in my hair.

"I can't say. I wasn't even supposed to tell you we were leaving." He let out a quick chuckle, "But I didn't want to evoke your wrath by just leaving a note."

"Why?" My voice had a sight panic in it. Why was he being so calm?

He sighed.

"I'm sorry. Don't worry." He hugged me close.

I couldnt really hug back as I was still half asleep and had no idea what was going on.

"Floo over to Jill's in the morning." He whispered, kissing my cheek softly.

He stood.

I stared up at him, a million questions flying through my mind.

One found it's way to my mouth:

"When will I see you again?"

He shrugged his shoulders too casually to hide his anxiousness.

"School."

That one word shut down my heart like a popping balloon.

I groaned, and flung my head back into my pillow.

"Goodnight, Sally."

"Write to me."

"I'll try."

There was a loud crack, and suddenly I was alone.