Originally Posted by Presley Black

A girl who Pres was pretty sure was a seventh year was asking if she was alright. "I don't know," Presley answered honestly. She didn't know if she was okay and just reacting to stress, or if she really needed to go see the school healer. Then she was talking about the hospital wing. Presley nodded. She didn't need to be around this chaos any more. She'd been like, the only one to do anything helpful, and she wasn't required to stay and watch this play out. "Yes please," Presley whispered, standing shakily. She supported herself against the wall, and hated her stupid weak stomach for always making her feel sick when something interesting was going on.