Four To The End (prev Shifting Lines) Book Three (Marauders Era)

Chapter One Hundred-Thirty-Three - The Exams Begin

Author's note: emetophobia

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Remus awoke to the lovely sound of someone puking their soul out. His eyes fluttered open and he put his hands on his face, moaning just about as loudly as James was. His moan woke Peter who sat up, blinking rapidly, his blonde hair sticking out everywhere as he squinted at Remus.

"Uhwah?" he asked. "Something happen?" More vomiting sounds. "Oh." He flopped back and put Remus's pillow over his head. "Wake me back up when he's done."

"Merlin's sake, Potter!" Spinnet cried out.

Remus swung his legs out of bed, not wanting to deal with James being sick but also not wanting a fight to start. James was kneeling on the floor, clutching the rubbish bin he shared with Sirius. Sirius was sitting on the edge of James's bed, James's glasses in one hand, his other hand on James's back, glaring at Spinnet.

"Not... in the mood... Spinnet..." James groaned into the bin.

"You should see Pomfrey if you're that ill," Spinnet snapped. "That's disgusting. Couldn't you have at least made it to the toilets? Now the room is going to stink."

"Already stinks with you in it," Sirius said cheerfully.

James held up a finger, opened his mouth, closed it quickly as his whole body trembled, then he bent in to fill the bin up some more. "How can I have this much in my stomach?" he moaned at his sick.

"Go to Pomfrey before we all get whatever that is," Spinnet said, wrinkling his nose. "And take the bin with you."

"How about you go see Pomfrey about whatever's wrong with your brain?" Sirius asked.

Spinnet folded his arms. "That's Loopy, not me." He turned and dove back into his bed, yanking the curtains firmly shut. "AND DON'T FORGET TO TAKE THE BIN WITH YOU!"

James winced. "Please stop yelling. My head hurts." He slumped down and let out a shuddering breath, though didn't throw up again. "I don't think I should see Pomfrey."

"Absolutely not," Sirius agreed, swinging his legs. "I bet she can spot a hangover from a mile away."

James wiped his mouth off on his sleeve. "Remus, what does one do for this?"

Remus let out a scoff. "How am I supposed to know? And if you say anything about my incident with the butterbeer, I am going to dump that bin on your bed and not clean it up."

"You're the bookworm." He rubbed his face, moaning again. "Surely you've read about... this. Oh, Merlin, I feel like I've been under a stampede of centaurs."

Remus chewed at his bottom lip, trying to think. "I know there are potions that help cure hangovers however they take time to make. Tea is supposed to be good, I believe. Perhaps getting some food in you will help."

James peered down into the bin. "I feel like I've drunk a gallon of acid."

"Half a bottle of firewhisky is probably just about near enough," Sirius said, hauling James to his feet. "Tea and food, got it. Want to join us for brekky, Rems?"

Remus shook his head. "No. And—and do take that bin elsewhere, please." He crawled back into bed next to Peter, yanking his blanket up over his head and falling back asleep using Peter's arm as a pillow.

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By the time Peter and Remus were out of bed and ready for the day, James was doing much better. He had put a 'ton' of toast in him and had drank 'loads' of tea. As well as took a potion to remove headaches. He flung his arms around Peter and Remus's shoulders, thanking them profusely for all their help the previous night.