Disclaimer: all these characters belong to J.K Rowling, I just made up the plot.
September 10th- 11:15 AM
Just woke up. I am the only girl in the dorm right now. Everyone else has gone off to either breakfast or class. Me, I'm feeling quite dreadful right now. I can't even muster the strength to head down to the hospital wing. So I'm just lying in bed until lunch time.
I didn't get to sleep last night until near midnight. After I had finished my conversation with Harry I wandered into the Ravenclaw common room and noticed Roger Davies waving at me from the sofa. I made my way towards him and sat down beside him. He began to speak but I wasn't really listening, my mind was else where at the moment. My gaze followed the orange and blue flames in the large stone fire place in the centre of the room. I heard bits and pieces every so often.
"Kevin Entwhistle…beater…."
"uh huh."
"Cho?"
"uh huh."
And then he pinched me.
"Ouch! What'd you do that for?" I snapped rubbing my arm and glaring into Roger's light eyes.
"I was trying to get your attention! I just asked you if you would like to help me this year with our Quidditch team. I am the captain and we need to come up with new strategies to beat Gryffindor as well as Slytherin this year."
"Oh yeah, sure sure." I responded still rubbing my arm. I decided not to tell Roger that I had thought often about leaving the team.
"So what are your thoughts?"
"My thoughts?"
"You were obviously thinking something Cho…"
"Um…oh well. Do you think…" I hesitated, "it would be okay to let Hufflepuff beat us every so often? I mean they never really got that far as far as finials go."
"Are you mad?" Roger exclaimed nearly causing me to jump in my seat.
"We can't let them win! I know what happened last year was terrible Cho, with Cedric. But that's all in the past and what's in the past should stay in the past."
I glared at Roger feeling the anger rise in my body. I stood up shaking furiously but as I began to defend Cedric's case I felt nauseated. I cupped my hand over my mouth and ran to the girl's bathroom.
I remained in the bathroom until nearly eleven thirty. I had no idea why I got sick, I had hardly eaten that day. I groaned standing up in front the wash bin. I turned the cold water on and splashed some across my face. I pondered whether I should wake Madam Pomfrey but I decided sleep was the best thing for me. Perhaps I was getting an ulcer. Who knew?
I went back to my bed and didn't wake until nearly an hour ago. I still feel miserable diary, I hope I will feel better by lunch time.
2:12 pm - hospital wing
Well I finally made it to the hospital wing, but it took a lot of convincing from others. I didn't really think my illness was even that serious. Perhaps it was food poisoning or just nerves. I didn't know and I didn't want to know but Professor Flitwick insisted. He was rather worried when I didn't show up for Charms today so he actually came to the common room to check on me. I hadn't missed a single class since first year. I wondered if anyone ever freaked out over Hermione Granger for missing a couple of classes?
"So was I right then? It is an ulcer?"
"No Cho it's not an ulcer luckily." Madam Profrey replied much to my relief.
"Then what is wrong with me?" I wanted to know.
"Nothing more than a forty-eight hour virus that is spreading around the school like wild fire. Supposedly one of the teacher had it first and spread it to her entire class of fourth years." Madam Pomfrey replied as I leaned back against the headboard of the hospital bed.
"So what did you do about it?"
I watched her as she made way to my bed with a bucket in case I didn't make it to the toilet in time. She set the bucket on my night stand and then let out a tiny sigh. "Same thing I'm doing with you." She replied, "I am keep you here over night and letting you sit it out."
I groaned, "fantastic."
"Can't give you anything because you may not keep it down." She replied simply and left my bedside.
I looked around the hospital wing at all the students in the room with me. There were a total of five not including myself. Most of them were younger, third and fourth years, but one of them I recognized right away as Fred Weasley.
"What happened to you?" I inquired staring at his bed which was adjacent to mine.
"Got knocked in the head with a bloody blugger…." He groaned rubbing the blood soaked bandage wrapped around his head.
I assumed this happened last night during the Gryffindor Quidditch practice. "Oh tough luck mate." I reply sympathetically.
"Haha…is this what we're competing with this year? Quidditch will be no sweat."
Draco Malfoy opened one of the curtain covered beds and sat up. I hadn't noticed him there before. I sigh and turn on my side so that my back is facing him.
"Oy give a rest will ya?" Stated one of the third year Gryffindors.
"Ay, hello Cho fancy seeing you here." Draco strolled in front of me forcing me to roll over on my back.
"Yeah…right." I spoke and closed my eyes.
"Why do you hate me so much?"
I opened my eyes and realized that he was actually sitting on my bed now. I wanted to kick him.
"Why shouldn't I hate you is the bigger question."
I had my reasons of course, most of them involving Cedric Diggory and the fact that Draco hated every single "mudblood" in school.
"Heh, good one Cho." Fred responded.
"Mind your business Weasle!" Draco snapped and stormed back to his bed.
"Stupid prat." I stated, rather loudly. Fred and exchanged a private smile and then I settled in for a long afternoon.
September 10th- 11:15 AM
Just woke up. I am the only girl in the dorm right now. Everyone else has gone off to either breakfast or class. Me, I'm feeling quite dreadful right now. I can't even muster the strength to head down to the hospital wing. So I'm just lying in bed until lunch time.
I didn't get to sleep last night until near midnight. After I had finished my conversation with Harry I wandered into the Ravenclaw common room and noticed Roger Davies waving at me from the sofa. I made my way towards him and sat down beside him. He began to speak but I wasn't really listening, my mind was else where at the moment. My gaze followed the orange and blue flames in the large stone fire place in the centre of the room. I heard bits and pieces every so often.
"Kevin Entwhistle…beater…."
"uh huh."
"Cho?"
"uh huh."
And then he pinched me.
"Ouch! What'd you do that for?" I snapped rubbing my arm and glaring into Roger's light eyes.
"I was trying to get your attention! I just asked you if you would like to help me this year with our Quidditch team. I am the captain and we need to come up with new strategies to beat Gryffindor as well as Slytherin this year."
"Oh yeah, sure sure." I responded still rubbing my arm. I decided not to tell Roger that I had thought often about leaving the team.
"So what are your thoughts?"
"My thoughts?"
"You were obviously thinking something Cho…"
"Um…oh well. Do you think…" I hesitated, "it would be okay to let Hufflepuff beat us every so often? I mean they never really got that far as far as finials go."
"Are you mad?" Roger exclaimed nearly causing me to jump in my seat.
"We can't let them win! I know what happened last year was terrible Cho, with Cedric. But that's all in the past and what's in the past should stay in the past."
I glared at Roger feeling the anger rise in my body. I stood up shaking furiously but as I began to defend Cedric's case I felt nauseated. I cupped my hand over my mouth and ran to the girl's bathroom.
I remained in the bathroom until nearly eleven thirty. I had no idea why I got sick, I had hardly eaten that day. I groaned standing up in front the wash bin. I turned the cold water on and splashed some across my face. I pondered whether I should wake Madam Pomfrey but I decided sleep was the best thing for me. Perhaps I was getting an ulcer. Who knew?
I went back to my bed and didn't wake until nearly an hour ago. I still feel miserable diary, I hope I will feel better by lunch time.
2:12 pm - hospital wing
Well I finally made it to the hospital wing, but it took a lot of convincing from others. I didn't really think my illness was even that serious. Perhaps it was food poisoning or just nerves. I didn't know and I didn't want to know but Professor Flitwick insisted. He was rather worried when I didn't show up for Charms today so he actually came to the common room to check on me. I hadn't missed a single class since first year. I wondered if anyone ever freaked out over Hermione Granger for missing a couple of classes?
"So was I right then? It is an ulcer?"
"No Cho it's not an ulcer luckily." Madam Profrey replied much to my relief.
"Then what is wrong with me?" I wanted to know.
"Nothing more than a forty-eight hour virus that is spreading around the school like wild fire. Supposedly one of the teacher had it first and spread it to her entire class of fourth years." Madam Pomfrey replied as I leaned back against the headboard of the hospital bed.
"So what did you do about it?"
I watched her as she made way to my bed with a bucket in case I didn't make it to the toilet in time. She set the bucket on my night stand and then let out a tiny sigh. "Same thing I'm doing with you." She replied, "I am keep you here over night and letting you sit it out."
I groaned, "fantastic."
"Can't give you anything because you may not keep it down." She replied simply and left my bedside.
I looked around the hospital wing at all the students in the room with me. There were a total of five not including myself. Most of them were younger, third and fourth years, but one of them I recognized right away as Fred Weasley.
"What happened to you?" I inquired staring at his bed which was adjacent to mine.
"Got knocked in the head with a bloody blugger…." He groaned rubbing the blood soaked bandage wrapped around his head.
I assumed this happened last night during the Gryffindor Quidditch practice. "Oh tough luck mate." I reply sympathetically.
"Haha…is this what we're competing with this year? Quidditch will be no sweat."
Draco Malfoy opened one of the curtain covered beds and sat up. I hadn't noticed him there before. I sigh and turn on my side so that my back is facing him.
"Oy give a rest will ya?" Stated one of the third year Gryffindors.
"Ay, hello Cho fancy seeing you here." Draco strolled in front of me forcing me to roll over on my back.
"Yeah…right." I spoke and closed my eyes.
"Why do you hate me so much?"
I opened my eyes and realized that he was actually sitting on my bed now. I wanted to kick him.
"Why shouldn't I hate you is the bigger question."
I had my reasons of course, most of them involving Cedric Diggory and the fact that Draco hated every single "mudblood" in school.
"Heh, good one Cho." Fred responded.
"Mind your business Weasle!" Draco snapped and stormed back to his bed.
"Stupid prat." I stated, rather loudly. Fred and exchanged a private smile and then I settled in for a long afternoon.