☀ 10th Spark ☀

[lord_brat]

[This entry begins with a long, sickened groan.]

I hate the rain. [If anyone hears a pounding, that is just Wolfram's head.] Please don't tell me we are due for more tomorrow? [Though showers usually come in droves. He is convinced that they do this to make him miserable.]

I can't possibly work in this state.

Comments

[bitterpresent]

Are you all right?

[lord_brat]

Not really.

[bitterpresent]

Perhaps I should get you a potion from the Hospital Wing.

[lord_brat]

That - [. . .] would be kind of you. Why would you do that for me?

[bitterpresent]

You're sick. Do I need a reason other than that?

Anyway, I want to make sure I'm fetching the right potion. Are you harboring a fever or something else?

[ooc: They're both sixth years, so regardless of whether they've talked or not, Jomy's sweet enough to try and take care of Wolfie. 8Db]

[lord_brat]

I...guess not. [Suspicious Slytherin.]

Maybe a small one. It's mostly my head, though.

[ooc: Oh Jomy. &hearts]

[bitterpresent]

All right. Where are you?

[lord_brat]

In the covered portion of the Courtyard. I thought some fresh air might do me good.

[bitterpresent]

Got it. I should be able to bring you your potion in ten minutes or so.

[lord_brat]

I appreciate it. My name is Wolfram, by the way.

[bitterpresent]

Don't mention it.

It's nice to finally talk to you, Wolfram! I'm Jomy. You're Natsuo's roommate, I believe.

[ACTION]

[Aaaand, closing the journal. He puts his cat on the bed and runs from the Gryffindor dorm to the Hospital Wing. He asks the nurse for said potion. After that, he runs towards Wolfram's location with the potion in hand. When he finally reaches a close proximity, he stops and pants, handing Wolfram the potion.]

[lord_brat]

Jomy. [A pause.] I think I remember Natsuo talking about you once. Are you two friends?

[ACTION]

[Wolfram gives Jomy a perplexed look when he arrives so quickly. The Gryffindor must have raced here! But why would he go through so much trouble for someone he hardly knew?

Extending out his hand, he takes the potion gingerly.]

Are you alright? [There might be a slightly sarcastic note in his voice, but he doesn't mean it cruelly.] Thank you. [He adds softly before downing the potion.]

[ACTION]

[bitterpresent]

I'm sorry I wasn't able - huff - to reply in the journal; yes, Natsuo's my friend.

[He stops and breathes. After getting sufficient oxygen, he smiles.]

Of course I'm all right! A little exhaustion isn't going to kill me.

[...D'awww, the Slytherin said thank you.]

You're welcome. [He replies, just as softly.]

[ACTION]

[lord_brat]

Mm. [Wolfram nods vaguely.] He and I seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot. [Because of Gilbert. 8|]

[At Jomy's next statement, Wolfram can only stare at him for a long while. He then sits back and licks his lips. That potion had tasted awful.]

Exhausting yourself for another is - [Worth it? Stupid? Wolfram isn't sure.] You shouldn't have done that for me. [He knows that much.] I usually get sick when it rains.

[ACTION]

[bitterpresent]

[What is that face. Chuckling now.]

Why not? All I had to do was to run to the Hospital Wing and deliver a potion. It's nothing.

You should stock up on potions, then! I'm sure we're going to experience a lot of rain.

[ACTION]

[lord_brat]

[And Wolfram turns away, embarrassed.]

I suppose.

[He closes his eyes and sighs.]

I guess I was in denial. I was hoping for a dry year.