Post by EVANDER JAMISON HUMBERSTONE on Sept 18, 2019 22:03:40 GMT -5
Evan Humberstone felt like death. He wasn't really dying, or far from it. But having a cold was no fun. He had spent the whole day curled up feeling sorry for himself and wondering why he had to have contracted what felt like the plague. He had been in such a fog he had decided to not even attempt to apparate to the quidditch pitch for practice to get access to the mediwizards they had on hand. He knew they had stuff that could help, but getting splinched would make the situation worse. So he had just sent a owl to his coaches and let him know he was taking a sick day. Hopefully a couple days of rest he would be back in fighting action.
However, he had also had to send an owl over to Rose to let him know he had to cancel their plans for the night. It was shame as he enjoyed spending time with her since they had decided to start dating. It was still weird to him that he was in a relationship, but he was just comfortable with her. But being comfortable with her didn't at all mean he wanted to get her sick either. He just hoped he'd be feeling better quickly and that they'd both have an evening off soon to make up for it.
So with all of that he was curled up on the couch almost dozing off when he heard a knock at the door. At first he thought it was mistake, but then it came again. He managed to drag himself off the couch and make his way to the door, blanket still around his sweatshirt. He looked through the peephole, and was confused when he saw a very familiar figure. He opened the door and looked at his girlfriend before saying hoarsely "I thought I cancelled tonight?"
credit to nat of adoxography.