Ramshackle Dorm was far too quiet.

Leona only noticed because Grim wasn't shouting.

The front door creaked open as he stepped inside, greeted by anxious ghosts hovering near the staircase.

"They've been in bed all day."

"They wouldn't even get up to eat."

Leona clicked his tongue.

"...Seriously?"

He made his way upstairs, finding the Prefect buried beneath a tangle of blankets. One look at their flushed face was enough. They looked exhausted, barely managing to keep their eyes open.

"Tch."

He pressed the back of his hand against their forehead.

"You've got a fever."

The Prefect shifted weakly but didn't try to sit up.

"Stay there."

Downstairs, the kitchen was a mess of half-empty cupboards and ingredients that didn't belong together. After a brief search, Leona managed to find vegetables, chicken stock, and a few herbs.

"Could be worse."

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He's cooking soup for you because you're sick, I was in the mood to write fluff. I hope you have a good day/night