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Harry felt pretty crappy as he sat in class. His head felt like it was full of cotton, his throat hurt, and he was tired. It didn’t help that Fairy Godmother would not stop talking.
He blinked, coming out of his thoughts when Uma nudged him on the shoulder.
“You okay?” She whispered under her breath.
He shook his head. Harry knew better than to lie to Uma, and frankly, he didn’t feel like arguing.
“I don’t feel well.” He mumbled back through his arms..
Uma was about to reply when FG tapped her pointer on the chalkboard, giving the two a look.
Uma waited for her to continue before turning back to her first mate. Pressing the back of her hand to Harry’s forehead, she frowned at the heat coming off him.
“You’re pretty hot.” Uma murmured.
Harry hummed in response. Now Uma was really nervous. Harry passed up the opportunity to flirt, which must mean he was feeling really bad.
“I feel sick.” He groaned, burying his head even further into his arms.
Uma glanced at the clock.
“There’s only five more minutes of class left, do you think you can make it?”