29! Hey Tsuki guess what! 1 more and we'll have 30!

The two girls went inside and off to Lyssa's room so the younger (I think she's younger) Gryffindor could change into something dry.

Lyssa got changed into dry clothes, although she was still shivering like a leaf.

Cassie frowned. "I hpe you don't get sick." She muttered.

Lyssa shrugged. "I haven't gotten sick in years."

By the enxt day though Lyssa was sneezing and coughing. Cassie sighed with a shake of her head. "Don't get me sick," She mutteed looking at her freind. "Then we'll both be sneezing and coughing. Do you want anything?"

"Oh hush," Lyssa said, though through her stuffy nose it sounded odd, "and just get me some tissue?" She was feeling miserable, and had been confined to her bed, so as to not get anyone else around her at any time sick.

Cassie nodded and went to get some tissues, coming back with a box full.

Lyssa got a tissue from the box just in time to sneeze into it. "Ugh," she groaned falling back on her pillow.

"Wotcher Lil Death Eater," Taylor said appering just about out of no-where. "You look lovely," She said and Cassie rolled her eyes.

Lyssa sneezed into another tissue, followed by another ugh. She hated being sick, she really did. She looked at Taylor, who had just popped up. "Stop calling me that," she said, sneezing again.

"Aw how come?" Taylor asked cocking her head to the side.

Lyssa frowned. "Because I effing hate Death Eaters," she said.

"Taylor," Cassie said with a sigh when Taylor opened her mouth. "She's sick let her be." Taylor pouted at the two of them. "Meanies."

As if to emphasize the point, Lyssa coughed a little.

"You people are boring," Taylor whined sitting down. "Well excuse us for not wanting Lyssa to get any sicker and you might get sick if you stay around here." "So might you." Cassie shrugged. "That's a rick I'm taking."

"Honestly, Taylor," Lyssa said, "get the hell out before you do end up sick. Then you would get your siblings sick as well." She sneezed and coughed in quick sucession.

Taylor sighed. "Fine," and bounced out of the room humming. "She's an odd one." Cassie muttered.

"Yeah, she is," Lyssa agreed, feeling sullen. "And she makes horrible nicknames."

Cassie nodded her agreence. "I don't want to know what mine is if she makes me one." She muttered.

"Just hope she doesn't, cause I think she based them off first impressions..."

"And I have noidea what her first impression of me was." Cassie looked warily out the door.

Lyssa made a non-chalant noise as she coughed a bit. "Ugh," she muttered, sinking into her pillows. "I hate being sick."

"It's not fun," Cassie said with a small frown.

A few days later, Lyssa was feeling better, and had nearly stopped coughing.

A few days passed and Cassie went off to bed after making sure Lyss was fine.