Never Is Our Always

The Clouds Never Disappear

(February 7th 1998)

(Minnie pov)

I haven't been feeling right for almost three weeks now, when Fred is in deep sleep, I awaken and go vomit in the bathroom. They think I'm worried about the trio, doing whatever Dumbledore had asked them to do, which I am, but I wasn't stressing over them.

So, what's wrong with me?

I heave my lungs out as I vomited into the toilet, groaning, my head falls on to the toilet seat as I reach up and lazily flush the toilet.

Knock knock knock.

"In a minute," I cough, "oh—" then I vomited.

"Oi, it's me," George said, opening the door. I groaned into the toilet bowl, then started hacking up another bile-tasting substance from my stomach.

"I think it's food poisoning," I croak.

"Pasta?" George questions.

"Pasta," I repeat, though the pasta was freshly cooked and nothing seemed off about it, I was in denial, so I blamed the pasta.

"Or it was too heavy with your stomach, sometimes tomato or saucy foods get to you," George shrugs.

"How do you know that?" I ask.

"You vomited into a conjured bucket at school once from eating lasagne." He replies, casually watching me puking my brains out.

"Got any water?" I ask, panting slightly.

"Yeah, here," he hands me a bottle of water and I thank him, unscrewing the lid before sipping the water.

"Is he asleep?" I ask.

"Dead asleep, why?" George asked, eyebrows furrowed.

"You know? 'Cause..." I gulped, "I don't want him running in here," I then threw up the water I had just sipped on.

"I'll get you some crackers and make a cup of tea," George watches me a moment more, then left the bathroom doorway.

I huffed, getting off the floor and flushed the toilet again. I wash my hands in the sink and then looked myself in the mirror. What is going on with me?

I brushed my teeth, finally ridding the fowl taste of vomit in my mouth.

-

After drinking some black tea and having crackers for breakfast, George sent me to bed.

"But I'll make him sick," I told George.

"Then go sleep in my room and I'll go to Fred's," I nod, walking into George's room as he disappeared into mine.

(George pov)

"Fred," I hiss, shaking his shoulder as he moaned, then rolled over, "Fred."

"What?" Fred groans.

"Minnie's sleeping in my bed, she's been puking her brains out all morning; she doesn't want to sleep in here so you don't get sick." I ramble.