bluegeek | Constitution

scarvesnhats prompt from October 6th.

I'm trying to catch up with the prompts I missed, This one is: colds.

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There must be something about Gryffindors, Madame Pomfrey thought, which gave them such strong constitutions. For while she was handing out doses of Pepper-Up potion left and right, and in fact had been considering just pouring it into the morning's porridge and making the process of treating over half the school far easier, she had seen very few Gryffindor students crawl miserably into the infirmary sniffling.

Whether it was because of their habit of roaming about outdoors (and therefore away from the cloying Common rooms that were simply brewing illness), were more intelligent about the use of tissues and proper hand washing, or (more likely) were simply just too stubborn to fall ill and have to suffer through the associated discomfort and lack of activity, she wasn't quite sure.

"Ah-ah-ACHOO!" Madame Pomfrey winced- she could just imagine the germs that were just launched throughout her pristine hospital wing. Turning to what was undoubtedly her newest patient she was rather surprised to see two very familiar Gryffindor students standing on either side of a wretched looking Hufflepuff.

"Mr. Black, Mr. Lupin. You have a patient for me? Is that Martin Frye?"

"Yes, ma'am." Answered Remus. "Collapsed at Quidditch practice a few minutes ago. The Gryffindor team was just about to take over the field from the Hufflepuffs. Big match coming up, you know, I think he may have pushed himself a bit too hard. Thought it best to get him up to you as soon as possible."

Madame Pomfrey took young Martin by the arm and led the poor boy over to a cot in a dim corner of the room and began to get him tucked in and as comfortable as possible. After briefly chastising him for putting his eagerness for a win ahead of his health, she turned back to the door. "Thank you boys, I appreciate your assistance."

"Any time, Madame Pomfrey. We live to serve." Sirius Black was obviously not suffering from the malady sweeping the school. Impertinent as ever.

"I'm rather surprised at you, Mr. Black."

At the boy's upraised eyebrows, she continued, "I've never known you to miss Quidditch practice for anything short of the plague." She winced at her choice of words and rolled her eyes slightly.

"Seems to be what's going around recently," Sirius answered with a small grin. "Besides, doesn't seem much point when the match will likely be forfeited or postponed. Half their team is ill. It's all they can do to stay upright on their brooms. Hardly a fair game that way."

"Indeed. All right then, thank you boys again. You should go before you are exposed any more than you have to be. I don't want to see you around here with a cold too."

Remus grinned, "No ma'am. We'll try to hold out for at least a good hex, perhaps a broken bone or two…"

"Very amusing Mr. Lupin. Now, shoo!"

Even though this term's set of Gryffindor students didn't become ill with nearly the frequency of the rest of the school, they more than made up for it in injuries, pranks-gone-wrong, and squabbles that ended in black eyes and bloodshed.

It was always something.

Constitution

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