Dedication: To Georgia, who missed four French tests.
Day Eight
I wake to see a sweating Sirius (which is amazing considering it's the middle of December in Scotland) and a guilty feeling. For the past seven days, he's been doing nice things for me. I decide to do something so unlike me. I'm going to skip classes today.
I spend my day chatting idly to Sirius and fetching a large, red bucket we keep in our dorm in case of vomiting. His illness (I forget what he has) is taking a long time to disappear. This is taking it's toll on Sirius. I decide to make him laugh.
I don a little white dress and hat with a white cross on top. I cluck like Madame Pomfrey and make Sirius laugh. As he almost falls asleep, I whisper: "Happy Eighth."
Yes, I know I haven't posted. Yes, I know that these three chapters were short and crap. And yes, you have permission to send hate-mail.