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     RORY WAKES UP THE NEXT MORNING WITH A STINGING SENSATION IN HER THROAT. She tries to swallow it away, but it only increases, just like a sponge absorbs water. She groans — and it hurts even more, so she groans louder until Lavender throws a pillow at her. Not only that, but there's some kind of force pressuring her chest and just makes her whole existence miserable as she peels the sheets off her body and sways her way towards the bathroom. Everything is heavy, and with the sensation that the walls were falling on top of her.

     (Mornings are drama time).

     And then, something horrid is staring back at her in the mirror. It's her, it's her face. Her left eye was bloodshot and puffy, a little swollen too. Probably because of Ginny poking on it the day before. No pasa nada, it's okay, it's not a big of a deal. It just looks like she has a tomato stuck to her face. She sighs and searches for some aloe vera cream inside her trunk — her grandmother Amatista's solution to everything. 

     The white cream is refreshing and her eye throbs in delight (or so she hopes is in delight). She's too, delighted to see Hermione sitting at the Gryffindor table eating some porridge (her mood gets better). She takes a seat next to Oliver Wood whos sulking on his cereal, Fred and George grin at her mischievously. (Run).

       ''Morning,'' she says as she pours some normal orange juice in her goblet. (Not like the pumpkin one everyone is so obsessed with — she's not very fond of pumpkin).

     Hermione's eyes dance across Rory's face, stopping several times on her eye, she snorts (because Rory looks ridiculous, but the swelling has to go away somehow, Hermione). ''Do I even want to know?''

     ''It will be over in a couple of hours, it's not a big deal.''

     ''Why is it white?''

      ''I rubbed some aloe on it,'' she says casually, opening her book and propping it against a jug.

     ''Aloe vera is for burns, Rory.''

     ''It's great and helps,'' she replies, looking a little offended. ''My grandmother always says that if it stings just rub some aloe vera on it,'' she reaches for some toast. ''It throbs? Aloe. It stings? Aloe. It's red? Aloe. Pimples? Aloe.''

     ''You're dying? Just rub some aloe on it,'' jokes Hermione.

     ''That's actually one of her most famous quotes,'' says Rory earnestly. Oliver Wood sighs too loudly next to her, as though he was dying. ''What's up with him?''

     Before anyone can answer, Ron and Harry join them, Harry looking miserable, Rory had to add. Ron is bluntly staring at Rory's eye. ''What happened to your eye?''

     ''I think it's going to fall off.''

     Hermione sighs. ''No, it's not,'' she corrects. ''Ron she's just got a rash or something.''

     Harry groans again, and Rory turns to look at the cause of his despair, which to no one's surprise is Malfoy, doing some lame imitation of Harry's fainting scene from yesterday. And then, to even worsen the situation, Pansy Parkinson starts to do weird hand movements that Rory doesn't completely understand.

     "Hey, Potter!" she shrieked, her voice making Rory throw her fork against her plate in annoyance, there's nothing wrong with her voice, si her mere existence that does it for Rory. "Potter! The Dementors are coming, Potter! Woooooooooo!" 

     Rory snorts at her. ''I hope they do and take all of you with them,'' she says, making Harry turn away from them. The Slytherins glare at her, but she just wants some marmalade for her dry toast, so them trying to burn her with their eyes doesn't bother her at all.