[ And just as quickly, those feelings of excitement knot up in panic. First, that he's going to vomit on her - which has her pulling away! Although, she notably holds onto his arm still, as seeing that expression on his face excites her in some way, but decidedly, not in a good one. ]
Will? [ And as he escape, she's on her feet to follow! ] Will!
[ By the time she's caught up with him, she'll be greeted with the lovely sound of him heaving in the first stall. It goes on for quite a bit before a long and painful groan is heard. If she peers beneath the bottom of the stalls, she'll see him slowly slide down to the floor, wearily settling himself against the wall. ]
[ Of course she followed him in here. But, he's in no state to complain about it for now. Instead he stretches to reach the lock to the stall, pushing the door open. He really is a pathetic sight seated there on the floor. ]
[ Grell isn't one to worry, but she looks positively riddled with it at the moment! Lowering herself to her knees beside him, she pulls out her handkerchief (yes, she has one, it's the perfect dramatic prop) to pat at his dampened brow. ]
[ He bats at her hand to stop, but it's with decidedly less force than usual. At least he doesn't feel nauseous anymore, or not as nauseous. Still, he has a hand resting over his stomach, willing himself to keep everything down. ]
I don't see how that tea could have effected me so quickly. Especially after one sip.
[ Perhaps it's the shock, but that has Grell's expression softening a bit, as well. She takes William's hand, and as she's hoisting him up, slips he other about his waist. Just to make certain that he makes it up properly, you know. ]
Y-yes, I suppose she will.
[ Though, perhaps she won't.... Oh, she hopes she won't. ]
[ For some reason, that's a bit foggy to him right now, William doesn't appear bothered by Grell holding on to him. In an odd way, it's almost comforting in the moment, as opposed to the unsettled way it usually leaves him. He walks slowly along side her as they make their way to the infirmary.
Madam Pomfrey hurries him to a vacant bed as soon as she spots them and goes about assessing his symptoms. ]
[ You can give the boy a bit of space, the nurse replies, making a shooing motion with her hand. However, William finds Grell's hand first, keeping her where she is. ]
It's fine. I'd prefer it if they stayed.
[ Even as he's saying it, and feeling her hand in his, he's unsure where the actions are coming from. ]
[ Unable to keep her surprise hidden, Grell covers her gaping mouth - with her free hand, of course. Absolutely nothing would keep her from releasing his hand, either! ]
Will... [ Cheeks rosy with glee, her knees press together as she gives his hand a reassuring squeeze. ] Of course I'll stay.
[ Madam Pomfrey has worked at this academy for a long time. Long enough to put together that there's always an influx of 5th year boys who come to her acting far more romantic than she's ever known them to be. Damn that Potions IV text having a whole chapter dedicated to love potions!
William had been in to see her many times before, mainly from Quidditch induced injuries, so she's well aware that this gentle behavior towards his team rival is bizarre, as subtle as it may be. She hums to herself before standing.
Sit tight dear, I will get you something to settle your stomach. That's when she turns to Grell and continues. Would you assist me please, Grell? Standing, she beckons the redhead to follow her. ]
[ Out of earshot, Madam Pomfrey opens up her medicine storage room, flicks on the light and scans the labels for the proper antidote to nausea.
I want you to be honest with me, Grell. Did you, sneak William a love potion? She's positive that's the case and is already grabbing a second bottle down from a high shelf. ]
[ Grell's mouth twists into a frown, arms folded over her chest. So THIS is what she meant by helping! She huffs, but-- looking back to William, seeing him so uncomfortable in that infirmary bed, she slumps just so. ]
Will admitting so help you figure out how to reverse the side effects?
[ She sighs but gives Grell a nod. Though most love potions are negated in the same way, the added side effect of vomiting means something did't go quite right.
I need you to tell me just what you used. She explains, her tone not quite scolding, but more disappointed. ]
[ As Grell lists off the ingredients, the nurse carefully picks out the correct bottle, Summoning them towards her with the Accio charm.
He's a smart boy. I don't doubt that he'll realize it on his own once his thoughts are back in order. She hands Grell both bottles and tucks her wand back in her apron pocket. These potions are not the way to win over the one you love. In many cases, it makes them push away once they find out. ]
[ Hearing Grell's voice and then seeing her face has William sitting up with a relieved look. It's an odd thing for him to feel at all, even more so in regards to Grell. Still, he eyes the bottles warily. Very rarely does medicine taste good, much less that it will heal you! And after that tea, he's not keen on drinking something new. ]
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Will? [ And as he escape, she's on her feet to follow! ] Will!
[ Oh no, what has she done?! ]
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...Are-- are you going to be alright, Will?
[ She hasn't fated him to die, has she? ]
If you'll let me in, I can assist you to the infirmary.....
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You poor thing...
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I don't see how that tea could have effected me so quickly. Especially after one sip.
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An allergy, perhaps? Spoilt milk? Either way, the important thing is to focus on getting you to feel better, right?
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[ But he can't seem to focus on figuring it out for the moment. Surprisingly, he holds a hand out, hoping she'll help him up. ]
Madam Pomfrey will know, surely.
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Y-yes, I suppose she will.
[ Though, perhaps she won't.... Oh, she hopes she won't. ]
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Madam Pomfrey hurries him to a vacant bed as soon as she spots them and goes about assessing his symptoms. ]
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Too guilty to look the nurse in the eye, as though she might read her mind, the redhead keeps her focus on William. ]
If there's anything I can do to help...
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It's fine. I'd prefer it if they stayed.
[ Even as he's saying it, and feeling her hand in his, he's unsure where the actions are coming from. ]
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Will... [ Cheeks rosy with glee, her knees press together as she gives his hand a reassuring squeeze. ] Of course I'll stay.
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William had been in to see her many times before, mainly from Quidditch induced injuries, so she's well aware that this gentle behavior towards his team rival is bizarre, as subtle as it may be. She hums to herself before standing.
Sit tight dear, I will get you something to settle your stomach. That's when she turns to Grell and continues. Would you assist me please, Grell? Standing, she beckons the redhead to follow her. ]
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So, with an airy, pouty huffed, she takes his hand on both of hers for a brief moment as she stands to slip away! ]
I'll be right back, darling!
[ And bounding after the nurse, she regards her with alertly raised brows. ]
What can I do, madam?
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I want you to be honest with me, Grell. Did you, sneak William a love potion? She's positive that's the case and is already grabbing a second bottle down from a high shelf. ]
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Will admitting so help you figure out how to reverse the side effects?
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I need you to tell me just what you used. She explains, her tone not quite scolding, but more disappointed. ]
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Uhm. Rose petals. Strawberry juice and apple juice, with seeds... basil leaves, ginseng... Vanilla, red wine... I think that's it...
[ Rubbing the side of her neck, she reminds herself that she doesn't care what the instructors think, but-- ]
You won't tell him, will you?
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He's a smart boy. I don't doubt that he'll realize it on his own once his thoughts are back in order. She hands Grell both bottles and tucks her wand back in her apron pocket. These potions are not the way to win over the one you love. In many cases, it makes them push away once they find out. ]
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Maybe. I just wanted to show him that it isn't so bad to let one's guard down once in a while, you know? He's such a stubborn boy.
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She leads them back to the bed where William is lying down, hand rubbing at his forehead. He looks a tad better, but far from cured. ]
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Thank you, madam!
[ Merrily following behind, she plops back into the chair once they're reached William's bedside. ]
These ought to do the trick, darling!
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Come now, it will help! You must feel dehydrated all all that, besides, mm?
[ Batting her lashes at him, she offers her cutest smile. ]
If it tastes bad, we'll just have to find something to sweeten you up~♥
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