Post by gemma on Aug 20, 2011 16:52:49 GMT -8
Monday, October 10th, 9:00am
Warning: Those with weak stomachs should not read this first post... please skip down to the next one!
For some reason, it was proving very hard for Gemma to concentrate. She'd been having a rather odd morning, true, but usually she had no trouble focusing in class... well, perhaps not in Potions class, but with Orion's help she was getting better about not falling asleep in there. But this... her brain seemed to be everywhere at once, even though they were supposed to be tending the Miniature Whomping Willows, which required quite a bit of focus due to the fact that one wrong move could result in a fractured hand at the very least.
Still, Gemma couldn't help but let her mind drift over the events of that morning, even going back farther into last night in her mind. She had spent the night with Orion, something they only very rarely indulged in but that always wound up being a memorable event. Since she'd needed to scramble out of their favorite hiding place -- the mysterious room on the seventh floor which only appeared when needed, the one which Orion had found and showed her as a surprise present -- at an early enough hour to have a bath before breakfast, Gemma was feeling a bit tired, but... there was more to her current feelings than that.
Also, to make matters worse, at breakfast she had felt rather ill, winding up only partaking of a small piece of toast and a glass of juice in an attempt to pacify her hunger along with her mild nausea. It had worked for a little while, but when they'd moved from lecture over to the greenhouses where they currently were, the feelings of nausea had come back, and rather worse than before.
Gemma took a note on her roll of parchment, then set her quill down and reached for her clippers again, intending to continue trimming her Miniature Whomper. Without warning, her stomach clenched violently, and her throat burned as she gagged. She clapped her hand over her mouth, only just stopping herself from throwing up, then glanced around nervously. No-one had noticed, apparently. Her stomach heaved again, and an audible gag exploded from her mouth. A few people turned and looked at that, but Gemma waved them away, her hand still over her mouth, her brow furrowed as she attempted to figure out what might be wrong with her. The food she'd consumed shouldn't be doing this to her... was it something she'd had last night or something?
Then, in one last great heave, her stomach forced its way upwards, and Gemma lost her small breakfast, the sick splurting between the gaps in her fingers and dripping down on the Willow, which used its branches to scoop up the stuff and deposit it at its roots, as a sort of fertilizer. Gemma moaned, then gagged again, spluttering her way through another explosion of stomach matter. She could see nearly all the people in the class looking at her at this point, but she couldn't do anything to stop her random illness.
Warning: Those with weak stomachs should not read this first post... please skip down to the next one!
For some reason, it was proving very hard for Gemma to concentrate. She'd been having a rather odd morning, true, but usually she had no trouble focusing in class... well, perhaps not in Potions class, but with Orion's help she was getting better about not falling asleep in there. But this... her brain seemed to be everywhere at once, even though they were supposed to be tending the Miniature Whomping Willows, which required quite a bit of focus due to the fact that one wrong move could result in a fractured hand at the very least.
Still, Gemma couldn't help but let her mind drift over the events of that morning, even going back farther into last night in her mind. She had spent the night with Orion, something they only very rarely indulged in but that always wound up being a memorable event. Since she'd needed to scramble out of their favorite hiding place -- the mysterious room on the seventh floor which only appeared when needed, the one which Orion had found and showed her as a surprise present -- at an early enough hour to have a bath before breakfast, Gemma was feeling a bit tired, but... there was more to her current feelings than that.
Also, to make matters worse, at breakfast she had felt rather ill, winding up only partaking of a small piece of toast and a glass of juice in an attempt to pacify her hunger along with her mild nausea. It had worked for a little while, but when they'd moved from lecture over to the greenhouses where they currently were, the feelings of nausea had come back, and rather worse than before.
Gemma took a note on her roll of parchment, then set her quill down and reached for her clippers again, intending to continue trimming her Miniature Whomper. Without warning, her stomach clenched violently, and her throat burned as she gagged. She clapped her hand over her mouth, only just stopping herself from throwing up, then glanced around nervously. No-one had noticed, apparently. Her stomach heaved again, and an audible gag exploded from her mouth. A few people turned and looked at that, but Gemma waved them away, her hand still over her mouth, her brow furrowed as she attempted to figure out what might be wrong with her. The food she'd consumed shouldn't be doing this to her... was it something she'd had last night or something?
Then, in one last great heave, her stomach forced its way upwards, and Gemma lost her small breakfast, the sick splurting between the gaps in her fingers and dripping down on the Willow, which used its branches to scoop up the stuff and deposit it at its roots, as a sort of fertilizer. Gemma moaned, then gagged again, spluttering her way through another explosion of stomach matter. She could see nearly all the people in the class looking at her at this point, but she couldn't do anything to stop her random illness.