-Immer Ende-

-Chapter✦ThirtyFour-

✧MAKING FRIENDS WITH A BEETLE✧

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Romulus had spent the good portion of the night contemplating what the hell happened this very evening.

It feels as though he went through the first few stages of grief, starting with denial—Since Crouch decided that the rules are absolute.

Pain, and guilt—As if he could have actually stopped any of this from happening at all. Next, depression—in thinking to the future of what the possible outcomes were for either Anton or Harry.

Not to mention the drafted parcel he managed to write, and he only handed it off to Cara the following morning. "Can you check this, spent the better part of the night on it and I think I lost my ability to write—"
"Merlin, Rom. There's hardly a few sentences here." Romulus groaned into the couch as he tried to relax while gazing up the ceiling. "And it's killed me for the last few hours. Hardly got a wink of sleep." Cara had ditched her initial scan and turned onto her knees towards her brother. "Romulus, you should go to the infirmary...You're burning up."

"Hm?" He hummed, his eyes in a little daze and she hurried to her feet, taking off his cloak and leading him the given way towards the infirmary. "Cara, I don't need to go."
"Yeah? Then this'll just be a clarification, and don't think I can't see your hair flickering just causing you're taller than me." Romulus sighed, only realizing then that his hair was flashing through dull colors upon his in control.

"Did you eat anything last night?" She asked, and the mere idea of food had caused him to gag. Then again, their mother had put Romulus in charge of Harry. "Rom, this isn't healthy...He'll—He'll be alright." Cara said, gripping his arm just a little tighter as they walked through the empty halls.

Thankfully the infirmary was scarce, and if anything, Madam Pomfrey looked rightly confused anyone had wondered in at such an hour.

And while there seemed to be a moment of hesitation, as if the witch was about to protest that she wasn't about to hear any excuses for missed class, in recognizing the two Lestrange Ravenclaws she rushed over.

"Oh my dears, what's the matter?" The healer asked, and Cara smiled.

"Think my brother's having a hard time this semester, hardly got any sleep and isn't eating." Romulus wanted to glare at his sister for telling on him, but was soon offered the bed and had to lay perfectly still to sit through the quick analysis.

"Well, Mr.Lestrange, I'd say you're under extreme stress given that your head seems to be the main source of your pain. Have you taken any tonics recently?" He shook his head and peeked an eye open, only to find that his sight was vulnerable to the light.

"I'll have you right in no time at all, but you've got to take it easy—Ah! You Ravenclaws, killing yourselves so easily in the year. I best tell your head of house—Or the headmaster! Having all these students is leaving ours unnoticed." Madam Pomfrey offered, and Cara pouted.

"I would love to shadow you again this year, Madam Pomfrey...Now that Quidditch isn't happening and all."

"Oh, that would be wonderful, darling! I would greatly appreciate it having you around again." Cara smiled up to the healer and continued to sit beside her brother, knowing that the healer would only tell her she was too close to the patient.

It's happened a few times already when it was one of her own roommates battling a cold.

As Madam Pomfrey had pulled over the curtain, Cara pulled out a fresh seat of parchment and began scribbling a better draft for Romulus to look over after the tonic took effect.