Ana woke up to a train whistle, when she realized, it was just a kettle hiss.
"Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey.." her dad said cheerfully. She rolled over, groaning. She didn't want to get up, as usual. She felt bad. Her throat hurt, and her head felt like someone pounded on it last night, with a sledge hammer.
"What's wrong, Sweet Pea?" Remus asked her. He felt her head, and it was burning up.
'Just her luck..' he thought. 'She always seems to get sick on the first day of school...' He took out his wand, and said something, and her fever went away.
Ana sat up, and found she wasn't at her house, like she wanted to be. "My throat hurts..." she said, raspily. But instead of whining, she said a raspy spell that just didn't work. Instead, her hair turned pink. "I didn't mean to do that..." she said, with a smile, but her throat still hurt. This usually happened.
"Why, must you always be infected with the First-Day Disease? You have caught it every year since you started..." her dad said, laughing.
"Stop..." she said, moodily, standing up, and realized she looked as bad as her dad after a full moon, after looking in the mirror, who said just how bad she looked. She looked through her purse, and found a throat lozenge. She popped it in her mouth, and shooed her dad out, so she could change.
Tearing the room upside down and around was what she did, and she did it good. She felt horrible, and her head hurt her so bad, everything was moving, even when she wasn't. After finding her shirt, and putting it on the bed, she fell down.
Having magnificant hearing, he heard Ana fall on the floor. He rushed upstairs.
He burst in her room, and saw her on the floor. He rushed over to her, and picked up her arm. 'Yeah, there's a pulse.' he thought. He felt her head, it was burning up, and his wand (after performing a spell) said her fever was 103degrees. He shook her, trying to wake her up.
"Hmm?" she questioned. 'Oh, thank God, she's awake.'
"Hon, you have a fever of 103. I have to take you to the hospital. I can't fix this..." he said. He may be a good professor, but he was no Madame Pomfrey. They managed to apparate to the alley by it, and walk in.
"Can I help you sir?" the nurse asked.
"Yes, my daughter. She has a fever, and I work out of town, and she goes to bording school, so we don't have a phone or a docter. What am I supposed to do?" he asked, frantically. He surprised himself by making up that lie so quickly, although it wasn't really a lie, since he does work out of town, and Ana went to boarding school.
"Ok, well. Take her home, run a bath of semi-cool water, and lay her in there. It will help make the fever go down. Or, you could just call Molly Weasley, and have her tell you what to do..." she said. Remus felt his mouth drop open.
"How do you know her?" he asked.
"I went to Hogwarts, but I don't want to be a Healer, so I applied here, and now I work here..." she explained. 'That frail witch went to school with Molly? How queer...' he thought.
"Yes, now shoo, Mr. Lupin." she said. He followed the nurses instruction, and then called on Mrs. Weasley.
"Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey.." her dad said cheerfully. She rolled over, groaning. She didn't want to get up, as usual. She felt bad. Her throat hurt, and her head felt like someone pounded on it last night, with a sledge hammer.
"What's wrong, Sweet Pea?" Remus asked her. He felt her head, and it was burning up.
'Just her luck..' he thought. 'She always seems to get sick on the first day of school...' He took out his wand, and said something, and her fever went away.
Ana sat up, and found she wasn't at her house, like she wanted to be. "My throat hurts..." she said, raspily. But instead of whining, she said a raspy spell that just didn't work. Instead, her hair turned pink. "I didn't mean to do that..." she said, with a smile, but her throat still hurt. This usually happened.
"Why, must you always be infected with the First-Day Disease? You have caught it every year since you started..." her dad said, laughing.
"Stop..." she said, moodily, standing up, and realized she looked as bad as her dad after a full moon, after looking in the mirror, who said just how bad she looked. She looked through her purse, and found a throat lozenge. She popped it in her mouth, and shooed her dad out, so she could change.
Tearing the room upside down and around was what she did, and she did it good. She felt horrible, and her head hurt her so bad, everything was moving, even when she wasn't. After finding her shirt, and putting it on the bed, she fell down.
Having magnificant hearing, he heard Ana fall on the floor. He rushed upstairs.
He burst in her room, and saw her on the floor. He rushed over to her, and picked up her arm. 'Yeah, there's a pulse.' he thought. He felt her head, it was burning up, and his wand (after performing a spell) said her fever was 103degrees. He shook her, trying to wake her up.
"Hmm?" she questioned. 'Oh, thank God, she's awake.'
"Hon, you have a fever of 103. I have to take you to the hospital. I can't fix this..." he said. He may be a good professor, but he was no Madame Pomfrey. They managed to apparate to the alley by it, and walk in.
"Can I help you sir?" the nurse asked.
"Yes, my daughter. She has a fever, and I work out of town, and she goes to bording school, so we don't have a phone or a docter. What am I supposed to do?" he asked, frantically. He surprised himself by making up that lie so quickly, although it wasn't really a lie, since he does work out of town, and Ana went to boarding school.
"Ok, well. Take her home, run a bath of semi-cool water, and lay her in there. It will help make the fever go down. Or, you could just call Molly Weasley, and have her tell you what to do..." she said. Remus felt his mouth drop open.
"How do you know her?" he asked.
"I went to Hogwarts, but I don't want to be a Healer, so I applied here, and now I work here..." she explained. 'That frail witch went to school with Molly? How queer...' he thought.
"Yes, now shoo, Mr. Lupin." she said. He followed the nurses instruction, and then called on Mrs. Weasley.