The Perfect Day

I woke up to a soaked bed, beads of sweat rolled down my face and my nightie clung to my body, this was way worse than being left in the sun.

Even showering in cold water did not help, my temperature would not drop.

"How is there a heat stroke by this time of the month, it's supposed to be getting cooler not hotter?"

I grumble as Draco and I share a portable fan that Draco had come to the lecture hall with.

"It is unusual, I feel so uncomfortable" Draco tugs at his soaked plain white tee, "I'm about to melt, my skin is not doing much to help either"

He empties a tube of sunscreen and rubs it all over his exposed arms and face.

Bianca and her cronies chose that as the perfect time to walk past.

"Look, it's a ghost"

They burst out laughing.

"If you can't tell the difference between the living and the dead, you need to see your doctor or schedule to see an optometrist"

"Nobody brought you in, stay out of this"