Plot Twist [GEORGE WEASLEY]

64.

Song to listen to while reading: Are You Bored Yet? by Wallows ft. Clairo.

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A sneeze rattled Amara's ribcage. She groaned, wiping her forehead of sweat with the back of her hand. Everything hurt. Needles pounded into her skull. Her once plush duvet grated on her raw skin. Each and every limb ached with such an intensity it felt like vengeance against her. She squeezed her eyes shut.

It must be the dark object, she thought in the midst of this all. It wants me to destroy it. I'll wake up fine. I just have to get through this.

The failure of her assumption struck her when her tossing and turning provoked Athena's distressed meows which provoked Gina, a light sleeper. She frowned at her friend's condition. Holding a candle to her friend, she clucked. Her hand was cool on Amara's forehead.

"Your temperature is high," she reported, lips pinching. "I think we've to see Madam Pomfrey."

An eerie, suffering moan escaped from Amara. A haze held her hostage. The room was too small one minute, the walls stretched faraway the next. She wouldn't force her leaden limbs to operate at all without tremendous effort and pain.

"Please. I don't..." she faded away, gripping a pillow. "I can't. Everything hurts."

Gina sighed. She swung one of Amara's arms over her shoulders. "I got you."

Poor Gina overestimated herself. The added weight caused Gina's sleepy legs to topple, pulling down a delirious Amara on top of her. She sucked in a shallow breath and gently rolled to the side to ease Amara off.

Once balance was regained, they limped to the door. Amara couldn't quit her groaning. Her weakened muscles resisted the call of gravity. She couldn't help buckling every metre. Giving up at the Ravenclaw entrance, Gina laid her to splay across the couches.

"Wait here. I'm going to get Flitwick."

The release of the effort and pain to walk made Amara whine. She nuzzled her nose into a velvet cushion. It was soft, so soft. She mumbled a Weird Sisters lyric under her breath. She couldn't recall which one it was, only that it was her sister's favourite song.

Flitwick appeared whilst she was in the middle of her set. She complained to him that he was interrupting her concert. No inner voice suggested she was in deep delirium and she shouldn't talk to her Professor like that.

He apologized, promising her she could return to her concert as soon as he checked her temperature. Amara didn't have any problem with this. When he finishes checking her temp ruh ruh uh, she will ask her Professor to invite Fred and George to her concert. Oh, and James too! They could sing Abba together like that day.

It was rude, though, to leave out Dumbledore and McGonagall. Umbridge could come too, if she wanted. In Amara's opinion, she could use a bit of rock n roll to mellow her stiff joints.