Chatpter 2
"Raining again?" Hermione mused, looking out one of the many windows in the Great Hall. The bewitched celing was gray and cloudy, lightning flashed a few times followed by a few claps of thunder. Outside, however was cold and wet, icy rain streamed down the windows. "I suppose you'll be out there practicing Quidditch again today, right Harry?"
"By the looks of it, probably. Fred's just like Oliver sometimes. So determined to win a game." Harry replied, buttering a piece of toast. Ron sipped some orange juice and thought for a moment.
"Hey Harry, where's Elizabeth been lately? I haven't seen her since noon yesterday." Quiet sweeped over Hermione and Harry. They had to admit that they were worried. Since summer she hadn't been eating well and she was almost always sick. Everytime they saw her it seemed like she was always getting thinner, her skin paler, and her eyes darker.
"I think she said she was feeling ill again. She should be in her room."
"Why doesn't she ever go to the Hospital wing? Madame Pomfry might be able to give her something to get her well again." Hermione asked, concerned.
"She doesn't want to attract attention. She says that she's not sick enough to bother with the hospital wing. She says she's just fine."
"Well, I don't think she's fine." Hermione crossed her arms. She hated everyone ignoring her like that.
"Hermione, there's nothing we can do. You know I can't get near her. And really, neither can anyone from Gryffindor." Ron sensed the anger in Hermione's voice and knew she was angry at injustice. "She'll pull out of it sooner or later, right Harry?"
"Right. Elizabeth's a tough girl. I mean, look at what she's been through already. She can take care of herself, she's just going to need time."
Hermione sighed and began reading one of her thick books. She looked up again, not being able to concentrate. As she did, she saw Elizabeth slowly walk in the Great Hall, cluthing a few books to her chest. Hermione nearly fell over when she saw her. Elizabeth looked like the living dead. Her usually tight long sleaved shirt under her baggy robes now hung off her. Her clothes were nearly falling off. She was so thin and frail looking. Her long crimson hair looked tangled and matted, it was also a bit uneven. She had cut locks out of it.
Elizabeth's skin wasn't the pretty ivory white that it usually was; it was a pale, sick yellow color. Kind of like Snape's sallow skin, only paler. And her eyes... her eyes were now dull, shineless green that had sunk into her skull and were surrounded by deep purple circles.
Hermione was speachless. She wanted to tell Harry to do something, but something in her just made her shut her mouth and go back to reading.
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