Peace and Quite might be Nice but I find in Non-Productive

Jamie sat scrunched up in a ball under a trophy case. Her head throbbed. She was half contious. Then it was over as quick as it had come. She clapsed on the floor and waited for the after affects to pass. Slowly she got up and braced herself up on the case. Jamie felt silly for not being handle something so small. Jamie wondered silently if she was getting ill.

Andrian walked into the Trophy Room to look at his qudditch trophy's. But as he walked in he saw Jamie scrunched up into a ball on the ground then weakly got up on her feet, bracing her self fon the Trophy Case. Oh. no, he thought as he ran up to check if she was okay. She looked pale. "Jamie," said a quite, musical voice that filled the whole room - Andrian's voice. "Are you okay," he asked. "You look kind of pale," he continued as he placed his hand onto her forehead; it was burning but her body was cold so he pulled off his jacket and wrapped around her as he kept his arm around her to keep her body warm. "Oh my god. We have to take you to the Hospital Wing."

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Jamie shook her head slowly. "It passes" she wispered in a forced voice. "Some moments are like this. This is the worst part" Jamie knew that Andrian would have no idea what she was talking about but she did not have the strenth to tell him right now. "Just.. Need... Time..." she got out before she slouched on the trophy case again.

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Andrian looked at her carefully. He had no idea what she was talking about, instead she was saying  It passes OR Some moments are like this. This is the worst part AND Just... need.. Time. Andrian couldn't think of anything illness she might have beside pregnancy. She couldn't be pregnant, he thought, It's silly. He saw her get up and slouched on the trophy case again, he could tell she was losing strength. He got up and put her arm over his shoulders and then started helping her up. "Jamie. What is it?" he asked her looking at her as he continued to carry her weight over his shoulders. Then carefully helped her go up the stairs.

JAmie sucked in another deep breath and wispered "Seeing... I'm seeing" Jamie was not quite sure how he knew her name. As she was not able to talk she was thinking over all the possible things that MIGHT be happening to her. Seeing of corse, a wicked bad curse.. or.. pregnancy.. That was a silly idea. There was no way Jamie Prophet, Ravenclaw 6th year could be pregnant. The only person that that would be possible with would be JAmes Potter and they had not even been close to there.