The next day Vincent knocked on Scabior's door at around three in the afternoon. Scabior tiredly answered it, which was like a swapping of character considering Vincent now looked well rested and none stressed. He looked Scabior over.
"Woah. Are you ill?" Vince asked, coming in and shutting the door behind him. Scabior swollowed and nodded.
"Yes. Eleanor and I both." He replied, leading Vincent to the sitting room so he could sit down. I was curled up on the couch asleep, wearing a thick robe that belonged to Scabior over a baggy tee shirt and my boxers. A bucket with some puke in it sat on the floor infront of me. Scabior took a seat on the other end of the couch, leaving Vincent to sit in the big, overstuffed chair across from us.
"You probably have what ever is going around. A few people have had it in the Hospital Wing before I left." Vincent hypothosised, "And Gregory had it on Christmas, that's why he wasn't at the ball. Same for my cousins Tambre and Dahlia. Draco had it yesterday. The good news is, it only lasts a day or so."
"Thank goodness." Scabior closed his eyes and leaned his head back.
"Well, I should have predicted Elle getting it. She always gets sick during Holiday. It never fails. Ever since we've met.
"Oh, poor thing." He patted my side. I let out a moan and resituated. Then, he rubbed his face. "I haven't slept since three this morning."
"Is that when it hit?"
"When it hit her. She woke me up around two with a fever, complaining that she felt sick. I let her lay with me, and we fell asleep. She woke up at three and didn't make it to the bathroom, and threw up in an urn in the hallway. So, she woke me up with the urn in one hand, and the other on her stomach. I told her to put it next to the bed incase she had to vomit again, and told her to try to go back to sleep. She did, but woke up a few hours later, and didn't even make it to the urn.
"So, I helped her clean up, and she was really upset, but I assured her that I wasn't angry and we could just move into a new bed. So, she changed and we got back in bed. She got sick a few more times until morning. I started getting sick around ten."
"Sound like a hectic night."
"Yeah. As you can tell, I'm tired."
"Well, this ruins my plans for today. I was hoping to get my dress robes today." Vincent sighed.
"You can still go, but we can't. Why don't you take Gregory along? I assume he is your Best Man? You can get your robes at the same time."
"I suppose I could do that. I'm just not sure about getting things for the wedding without Eleanor with me."
"You can look at cakes today, as well." I groaned and turned over. I guess neither of them knew that I had been awake since Scabior had patted me.
"What kind of cake do you want?" Vincent asked, looked over me. I pressed my face into the pillow.
"I don't care. Just get it over with. Cake is bloody cake! As long as it's a pastry with freaking iceing, I don't care!" I rolled over and covered my face with my arm.
"Shush, Elle." Scabior adviced.
"It's fine. So you have no preference?"
"No." I said a bit more calmly. "I do not care! Chocolate! Chocolate sounds fine! I don't care! Just get one!"
"Okay." Vincent stood up, holding his hands up in defense. "I'll get whatever, and I'll take Gregory with me. Is that okay?"
"Yes!" I goraned and put my face back into the pillow. He sighed.
