You Just Happened to Need It, and I Just Happened to Have It
A gust of cold wind swept by, Luna slowly opened her eyes.
She was enveloped in softness, the Occamy Down blanket that Wizet had draped over her before she left the Common Room.
That's the advantage of Occamy Down; no matter how much the person inside struggles, they can be wrapped up tightly.
Luna blinked, her heavy eyelids making it hard to lift, and her whole body felt sore and weak.
She yawned softly, feeling dizzy and lightheaded.
When you yawn, the airflow brushes across your throat, causing a slight pain, like a swarm of buzzing Nargles hiding inside and having a merrily party.
Even when they breathe, their breathing is blocked, as if a Niffler has spotted a sparkle in the air and then hides that air as well.
Luna hummed a little tune, her left nostril seemed to gradually clear up, while her right nostril mischievously blocked up again.
Perhaps the Occamy Down quilt was too soft; she tossed and turned for a while, humming the entire song, before finally lifting the quilt.
Another gust of cold wind swept by, and she finally roused herself, kneading the Occamy Down comforter until it was the size of a pillow.
Luna looked around and found the source of the cold wind.
It turned out that the Common Room was too warm, so much so that the warmth couldn't wait to rush out the window, allowing the cold to sneak in.
She stood up, closed the window that was slightly ajar, moved to a spot closer to the fireplace, and sniffed the air while resting her head on the Occamy Down.
After a while, her roommates returned to the Common Room.
Olivia Yaxley asked, "Luna, where did you go earlier? We were trying to call you to the Great Hall."
Luna straightened up with difficulty, her ethereal voice now slightly hoarse, "I visited the Pixies, and they invited me to an aerial party."
She sniffed, "Then I followed the Pixies, flying and flying on Flying Broomstick... and then a gust of wind blew me back here."
Olivia Yaxley was speechless for a moment, glancing at her roommates around her, feeling rather bewildered.
"Your voice sounds a little..." Amica Miller looked worried. "Do you have a cold?"
Melanina Parkinson said, "That's not good, Madam Pomfrey is out of medicine too."
Emma Hitchins glanced at the time. "It seems dinner in the Great Hall has ended. Do you have anything to eat?"
Luna sniffed again. "I'm not hungry right now. I'll just warm myself by the fire for a while."
All the other roommates returned to the dorm. Before leaving, Amica Miller took out a box of Chocolate Frog and placed it in front of Luna.
Luna didn't open the Chocolate Frog; she just gently shook it, watching the Chocolate Frog occasionally puff out its cheeks, listlessly passing the time.
The fireplace warmed me, dispelling some of the chill, but also creating a stifling, oppressive heat.
With a series of footsteps, Wizet's anxious voice rang out, "You have a cold?"
He saw Luna, who was lying on Occamy Down comforter, her drooping eyelids making her look somewhat listless.
Luna tilted her head slightly and forced a smile. "There should be a little."
Just then, the back of Wizet's hand touched hers.
The cool back of his hand touched Luna's forehead, and the pleasant coolness she felt flowed into her heart.
Luna stretched her neck forward, fully absorbing the pleasant coolness.
"No fever, that's good." Wizet sat down opposite Luna, putting down the oil paper package she was holding. "Any other symptoms?"
Luna tilted her head, her cheek resting on the Occamy Down, "Like a Niffler hiding treasure or Nargles having a party?"
Wizet nodded. "Sore throat... stuffy nose... do you want to fly to the clouds?"
Luna nodded, making a muffled, dreamlike sound, "I was blown down by the cold wind just now."
"It's just the flu, it's been like this for a while now." Wizet breathed a sigh of relief, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a medicine bottle.
Luna forced herself to stand up. "I'll go get some dried fruit."
"This is sweet, no dried fruit needed," Wizet smiled slightly. "Are you so afraid of taking medicine?"
Luna shook her head. "I heard from Colin and the others that the Invigoration Potion tastes like... Dirigible Plums dancing a tap dance for three days and three nights in a pot of old slug soup."
"That was a truly horrible smell! But that was reserved for Gryffindor." Wizet couldn't help but chuckle. "What I'm giving you now is reserved for Lovegood."
"I slightly modified the recipe and increased the sweetness, so it took a while, but it was just in time..."
Luna took the Invigoration Potion and, without hesitation, gulped down the entire bottle.
The Invigoration Potion had an immediate effect; the previously pale face instantly became rosy, and even turned redder, like a glistening red apple.
Not only that, but white smoke was coming out of her ears and the top of her head.
Luna also felt something was wrong with her body. "I want to see what it's like now..."
"Take a look!" Knowing that Luna wanted to see for herself, Wizet placed her wand against the potion bottle, turning it into a light mirror.
Luna looked at herself in the mirror. "I look like... the Hogwarts Express?"
"It's the Lovegood Express."
"Yes! The Lovegood Express!"
Luna giggled, and as the blush faded from her face, she became completely energetic.
She caught the flu from oversleeping in the afternoon, but because she took Invigoration Potion in time, she recovered much faster.
Wizet noticed that Luna showed great interest in the white smoke coming from her head and ears, looking at it from left to right, her smile growing sweeter.
"Besides the Invigoration Potion, I also prepared Preventative Potion." He took out two more medicine bottles. "I was thinking of giving them to you just in case, but I didn't expect to use the Invigoration Potion first."
Luna put down the mirror and blinked. "Preventative Potion?"
"Remember the Sprite we drank at the department store?" Wizet opened the two medicine bottles and unfolded the oil paper package next to her.
"I specifically adjusted the flavor of the Preventative Potion to make it taste as close to Sprite as possible. You can try it, and add this..."
He pushed the oil paper package forward; inside were several roasted chicken legs, several roasted sausages, a serving of potato chips, and a Yorkshire pudding.
Ever since he learned the location of the Hogwarts Kitchen, he would occasionally visit them.
The House-elf were very enthusiastic, and the problem of not being able to eat three meals a day because they were always late was easily solved.
"Let's eat together!" Luna took a bite of a potato chip, then picked up a roasted chicken leg and held it to Wizet's mouth.
"Hmm." Wizet took the chicken leg, took a bite, and drank a mouthful of the bubbly Preventative Potion. "How does this Preventative Potion feel?"
Luna commented earnestly, "It tastes a lot like Sprite... but there's also a hint of cola... is it because of the herbs?"
"Yes, we used several kinds of herbs." Wizet cut the Yorkshire pudding in half, handing the half with more ground beef to Luna. "Do you think there's anything we can improve?"