Constance knocked gently as she entered the bedroom, the tray nudging it's way in after before Constance closed the door behind her, briskly as ever but a lot more quietly then normal. Even so the click of the latch was enough to cause Imogen to stir.
"Const-? That you?" she mumbled sleepily, rubbing her eyes and rolling on to her side.
"Who else?" the witch retorted in a half whisper, hitching her skirts up to as to step over the yoga mat; the tray floating ahead, setting it's self on the bedcide table and the teeting pile of sports magazines, half-read books and assembled junk collenion a bedside table acquires. "sorry I didn't mean to wake you, I could come back later if you wish-"
"I couldn't sleep anyway," Imogen yawned pushing her self up from the pillows wiping her nose with a fist full tissues, sitting up in bed with a charterisic (if half asleep) half smile although it didn't dazzle as normal. "Good day, Honey? Everyone behaving themselves?"
"No." Constance sniffed taking a seat by the bed as well as Imogen's free hand in hers and promising that today she wouldn't complain at the PE teacher calling her by petnames. Probally the least Imogen deserved. a careful once over look showed despite the slight red tinge to her nose and eyes, underneth the dubled over dublesized duvet Imogen had had the forsight to pack (somehow) from her home or the soft as ababy'sblanket fleecey jumper pulled over her pyjammas both of which were hanging off her sholders seemed baggier then normal. (Only slightly but enough for HB to worry if the gym teacher was losing wieght); Imogen was as pale as her tanned skin would allow. Coupled with the scatchie throat and blocked nose she didn't sound good ethier. All of this Constance processed with in a second of sitting down.
"how are you?" Constance asked tentivly. "Dare I hope-?"
Her hopes (and slightly sarcastic questioning) where dashed as Imogen attempeted to awncer but suddenly began coughing and Sneezing in to one of multible Keenexs. Constance cringed slightly and lightly rubbed her on the back, her lace hanky chief momentarily covering her own mouth.
"Bloody awful." Was all Imogen was able to say in-between coughs before collapsing back on to the pillows with a frustrated groan. "I'm all hot -Ow! Constance please don't- hot an' sore."
"you do sound dreadful." Constance replyed, popping a thermometer into her sweet hearts normally well-spoken mouth and feeling her forehead and cheeks, wishing to find some sign of improvement as she let the back of her hand linger a few moments longer then really necessary, "and not just your foul language. That'll teach you for going running in the rain without a coat."
"How am I to know if and when the weather reports going to be wrong?" Imogen grumbled. which was actually very hard to do with such devise clicking against her teeth. she absently reached up and gave the witches hand a squeeze as the themoitor was removed, frowned at then vanished. "Bet it's a wizards fault. You shouldn't catch stupid colds in the middle of summer term."