Once the cold October air hit Hermione’s flushed skin, she felt immensely better. Even so, she pressed up against the brick wall and closed her eyes, willing the bile to stay where it belonged. Unfortunately, her body had other plans and she couldn’t stop the vomit from creeping up and out. Thankfully, her stomach contents consisted of exactly three g and t’s, so nothing solid. After another minute or two, she became hyper aware of her unexpected savior watching her. Hermione peered up at him with bleary, tear filled eyes. He waved his hand and the puddle of sick vanished. 