Harry meant to grin and offer another quip, but his stomach churned again, and he realised that perhaps the feeling had nothing to do with the thought of drinking fever fighter. He breathed in carefully through his mouth, "I’m going to be sick again," the women at either side of him immediately started rushing him forwards and even Snape jumped into action, stepping to one side to hold the door open for them; they stepped over the threshold, "I’m gonna be -," there was suddenly a bowl in front of him, though he couldn’t have said who had given it to him.