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Garo's been hacking at plants.

Also, inhaling spores.

Thus, as he arrives back at Hogwarts and makes his way towards the infirmary, he's both covered in bits of plant and coughing rather a lot. Also, stumbling about.

Botherable.

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"Hey, what happened to you?" Garo chould not be coughing! Garo should be okay because he is awesome!

"Just those spores. Is fine." Except for the bit where everything is spinning.

DDD:

"Hey, walk straight!" she demands. "C'mon!"

There may be a ragged edge of worry in her voice.

"I am walking straight. Are you casting asper - asp - bad things on my character?" Garo asks in mock-outrage, continuing to stumble about.

"That isn't funny!" she snaps, punching his thigh.

"S'just a bit of dizzyness. It's all good, right?"

She wants to believe him. She does.

But she's had more hospital time than most kids her age. And her best friend ever was incurably sick.

She grabs his hand. "If you're not gonna do it right, I'll hafta make you," she grumps, trying to steady him with skinny arms.

"'M not sure that'll help. I'm kinda twice your size." Garo says, speculatively.

"You're the one being a wuss!" She's really trying not to cry here.

"Huhwhat? The infirmary is this way, right?"

"Duh."

Sniffle.

"Not that I need to go to the infirmary." He's heading in roughly that direction anyway, though.

"Be quiet, dummy."

It would be nice if there were, y'know, a doctor or something, but still. He is totally going there if she has to kick him in that direction repeatedly.

"I'm always quiet."

And here it is, with its beds and dividers and Mystery Things.

"OK, lie down, and..."

...she had not thought that far ahead.

"...we'll find out how to fix it."

Garo lies down obediently.

"The portraits have instructions on making potion-things. I think."

"Um... okay."

Laura does not like the portraits very much on general principle, but desperate times...

There is an exchange, which at points becomes heated, naturally. She returns. "What d'you have?"

"Er, fever? Disorientation? Some hallucinations?"

Laura covers a gasp with her hands and scrambles back over to the portraits. Her voice is hurried and shrill as she tries to get the right information across.

Her hands shake as she gathers the prescribed things. Her face is squinched up in teary concentration.

"It's okay!" Garo calls. "Will was way more exposed than me and got it so bad that he passed out, but he's not dead!"

Garo's bad at comfort.

That's actually SORT of comforting.

"Okay, open up." She's pretty sure he's supposed to drink those. They're liquidy, anyway. Mostly.

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