"Get – cough – off me – gasp – you git – wheeze – you're not helping!" she got out, and when he left off, sipped shakily at her pumpkin juice. She nearly snorted one mouthful out her nose as another coughing fit seized her, but kept it down in the end. Thank Merlin, it soothed her throat and eased the last of her splutters, and she pressed the tall glass to her blotchy cheeks to cool them, the condensation icy on her skin.