"!!"
"Eugh~!!"
While Imelda patiently waited for the match to begin on the floating island, her opponent, Hermione, suddenly appeared beside a desert ruin thousands of miles away. The moment she materialized after Apparating, she could hold it in no longer. She dropped to her knees in the sand and started vomiting.
Red, white, and yellow filth poured from her like a river, forming a huge puddle on the sand.
At that moment, Hermione's face was deathly pale. The match, Irena, danger, rescuing people—all of it had been thrown out of her mind.
"Ugh..."
Whoosh! Whoosh!
It took several minutes before Hermione finally started to settle down.
She was still crouched there, with only one thought in her mind: to throw up every last drop of bile in her stomach. Not a drop left behind.
Nothing else mattered!
"Hey!"
(??▽?)ノ
"Hermione, are you all right?"
|?˙?˙)?
Nearby, Annie was hiding behind a stone pillar that had been broken in half. Pinching her nose, she cautiously asked if Hermione was all right, pretending to be concerned while secretly gloating.
"..."
Hermione didn't answer.
She didn't have the strength to. She just remained crouched there, staring with wide, unfocused eyes and her lips slightly parted, as liquid slowly dripped from her mouth and joined the puddle beneath her. She still hadn't recovered.
"Sigh!"
ε=(′ο｀*)))唉
"What a fool. Why did you have to use that boring Apparition spell to travel such a long way?"
(lll￢▽￢)
"Now you're in a terrible state, aren't you?"
╮(╯▽╰)╭
Seeing that Hermione still hadn't recovered, Annie pursed her lips, turned away, and started mercilessly teasing her.
"Ha..."
Whoosh!
"I..."
"!!"
"Eugh..."
Whoosh!
Hermione had just lifted her head to answer Annie when her expression suddenly changed. She turned away and bent over to throw up again.
In Hermione's