@- ❛ ɢ ❜:everett seong。⁰⁵ It didn't matter that Everett /stated/ that he was fine and not alone, Emilia felt as though she wanted to cling the life out of the other. (Not literally, of course). It did not help that she had caught the expression that Madame Pomphrey offered the two of them, further allowing the younger Gryffindor to believe that her cousin was all alone during this time.
Her small lips pursed further when he stated that he would be just fine in a few days time. "But you're always getting sick!! How am I to know you won't just drop on the floor two seconds after stating that you are all better!!" Emilia may always come around crying each time she found her cousin sick, but there was something especially depressing about it being the holidays and his not being able to enjoy them. "Will you be able to enjoy Christmas at least?" As Everett's hand raised to dab away the tears that speckled her cheeks, the girl's eyes began to water again, becoming tight in response to the gentle gesture.
Soon that feeling passed with the mention of the ball. "Oh, yes! I am. I have an all-white gown! Oh, I will be so pretty...I wonder if they are going to have us vote the best dressed again. Did you see my gown last year? I got best dressed!" She giggled at the memory, she had gone alone last year too, yet she felt like a perfect princess. "I wish I could dance with you this year. It would have been nice." A frown began to dawn her pink lips, her fingertips prodding each other. "Maybe next year?"
@- ❛ ɢ ❜:emilia seong。⁰² "I'm not alone. I have madame Pomfrey with me!" The woman in question shot an unimpressed look over at the two, but she made no move to drag Emilia away after Everett gave her a weak thumbs up.
Emilia wasn't going to do anything nasty. He could handle a tight squeeze even if it did make his insides feel like they were going to fall out. Now that would be worth that entrance, he thought to himself with an amused exhale.
It was sweet, maybe overbearing, but sweet how dramatic she could be. Especially when this wasn't exactly a new thing; hadn't she come to visit Everett last month in the wing too? He was reasonably sure her reaction had been the same then too. "It's ok, really. I'll be better in a couple of days." He reassured her, taking a tissue from his bedside table to dab away some of the rogue tears that dripped down his cousins' cheeks.
"I heard they announced the Yule ball. Are you going to go? Have you picked out a dress?" Everett asked, hoping that Emilia would take the hint to change the conversation away from his pitiful state and onto something a little more positive. Though he had no intention of going himself, he still wanted Emilia(and Emrys too) to enjoy herself; she deserved it more than most.
@- ❛ ɢ ❜:everett seong。⁰⁵ Emilia was in her own head, ignoring Madam Pomfrey's shout and even being unable to notice her cousin struggling to catch his breath from her sudden outburst. All the young Gryffindor cared about was holding her cousin close and warming up his seemingly weak body. Oh, why did he feel as though he were thinner than usual? Was it all in her head? Did Emilia's dramatics really cause her to become delusional about just how bad Everett was? She sobbed and sniffed, only moving with a confused "uh?" when Everett nudged her arm.
She gasped and pulled her limbs into her own body, her large eyes nearly shaking with worry. "D-did I hurt you?! Oh no, I am so sorry Evee, I just don't know how to handle you being this sick!!" She exclaimed between sobs and gentle hiccups. Her running nose rubs against the older male's hospital wing pajamas, not on purpose of course, but still mildly disgusting.
"O-oh..."
Emilia took in a deep breath, her cheeks flushing a bright red suddenly embarrassed over her hysterics. "I thought...you had a mild cold at first...But now it makes sense..." Of course, a stomach bug would put him in the hospital wing, she has had to go to the hospital in the past for such a thing. "S-stomach bugs are still quite ugly! And worrisome! I wish you told me...you have been here all by yourself Evee...I can't stand the thought of how alone you must've felt!!"
@- ❛ ɢ ❜:emilia seong。⁰² Everett really should have known that his letter would cause at least one of his family members to come bursting into the hospital wing. He also really should have known it was going to be Emilia, because who else would cause madam Pomfrey to shout “Ms. Seong!” At her rather sudden appearance.
He’d been walking the fine line between falling asleep and being awake when Emilia’s full body weight slammed into him, leaving him to cough and splutter, no that she noticed through her dramatic tears. Everett wheezed slightly, feeling winded in her iron grip and he did his best to nudge at the arm wrapped around his stomach. “E-Em, arm.. please.” Everett grunted, relaxing only when she took the hint. “Because I didn’t want to worry you and Emrys.” He wasn’t exactly lying either, this particular trip to the hospital wing didn’t warrant the amount of tears that Emilia was currently soaking his shoulder with, though his stomach was still rather tender.
“And I’m not dying, stupid,” He sighed, having caught his breath and not sounding quite like he’d been punched in the stomach anymore. “It’s just a stomach bug, I promise. Nothing scary. It’s just the usual fatigue and fever, ok? I promise I’m alright.”
@- ❛ ɢ ❜:everett seong。⁰⁵ Letter still clenched in her small hand, Emilia ran to the hospital wing in order to see her cousin. She hadn't realized he was sick enough to be sent there but it made her feel absolutely terrible that she hadn't realized that that was where he was the entirety of their break. Here she was having a grand ole time at school, completely oblivious that he hadn't gone home for the holiday and had been stuck there sick and alone. She sniffles as she held back tears, struggling to not bawl before arriving to the hospital wing. She didn't want to have anyone question what was wrong, what with Everett being the type to want to be secretive about when he's not feeling well.
But as soon as the young girl arrive, she let her frantic tears flow, hurrying over to the others hospital bed to be there for him. Much to Madam Pomphrey's dismay, Emilia kicked off her ballet flats and climbed onto the hospital wing bed to both hold and cry into the other's shoulder. "Why didn't you t-tell me y-you were siiiiccckk," she whined out, her breath nearly completely taken from her due to her previous run. "I knew you were definitely catching a cold b-but this? What if you diiieedd? What would I do without saying goodbye?!" She clung tight to her cousin, crying loudly. The girl seemed to not understand that just because he was in the hospital wing didn't mean he was on the brink of death.
FC: Maxence Danet-Fauvel
OC: Aleksandur Flamel
House: Hufflepuff
Year: Fifth or Sixth (depending on the availability, more inclined to sixth if possible)