Another Afternoon in the Library -- OTA
A large stack of books was following Draco through the medical section of the library. He plucked a text about muscle tissue off a shelf and added it to the floating pile with a sigh. He almost wished Granger was around; the woman was a cow, but a bookishly wise cow, and having her brain on hand would save him a lot of time. The fact that he was searching through medical texts wasn't because he was sick--he felt fine, actually. Sort of. Not so much fine as weird. Nothing hurt, but his chest was always sort of achey, and the lower part of his abdomen felt...well, heavy, like he was wearing a weighted belt.
Nothing else was bothering him, so Draco decided not to be too concerned about it. Still it didn't hurt to check. Could be a parasite, or a weird alien mumps. Draco picked up a book on diseases and looked at the colorful cover. He'd never had the mumps. It was supposed to make you achey, right?
...Draco added the book to his stack and continued on. Maybe he should look at the alien disease books too...
Nothing else was bothering him, so Draco decided not to be too concerned about it. Still it didn't hurt to check. Could be a parasite, or a weird alien mumps. Draco picked up a book on diseases and looked at the colorful cover. He'd never had the mumps. It was supposed to make you achey, right?
...Draco added the book to his stack and continued on. Maybe he should look at the alien disease books too...