HP Fic- Too Many Cooks 10/???
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tarotgalI needed another break from the HH fic and knocked out a little bit more in this ongoing fic. I'd say it's about a quarter done now *facepalm*
Part 1- Discovery * Part 2- Breakfast * Part 3- Chamomile Tea * Part 4- A Potion * Part 5- Chicken Soup * Part 6- The Black Ledger * Part 7- Apples * Part 8- Exercise * Part 9- Hot Shower
Same ratings apply to this part
Too Many Cooks
Part 10: Sleepy Time Tea
“Ah. You’re right on time,” said a smiling Remus as he ran his hand over the crisp, clean top sheet of James’ bed to smooth out the last wrinkle. He looked up to see Peter and Sirius, and then James as he took off his cloak. “Just finished making the bed.” He wiped his brow but kept smiling. “You stayed in there a long time. Did you enjoy your shower?”
“Very much,” replied James. In addition to everything else, the warm water had made him feel sleepy. He climbed into bed, the tiny action feeling as though it required an incredible amount of effort. Just tugging down the layers enough to crawl beneath seemed an impossible task.
Luckily, Remus was there to help. He pulled the covers down, waited for James to get comfortable or at least stop moving, then pulled them back up again, tucking them around James tightly. “You’re all set. You’ve got blankets and water and several boxes of tissues, should you need them. No reason to get up but should you think of one, give us a call instead. We’ll be sleeping in shifts anyway so don’t hesitate.”
“Got to find you a cure, Mate,” Sirius said, grinning. “Will do. Even if it takes all night.”
Remus patted James side through the blankets. “Now the absolute best thing you can do to get over this quickly is to get as much sleep as possible,” Remus told him. “That’s in all the books.”
“Shouldn’t be a problem,” James said around a deep, body-shaking yawn. He closed his eyes and settled in, prepared to sleep the entire Saturday away if it meant he’d be well for his date with Lily on Sunday.
His nose, however, had other plans. “Hahhh-CHAHH! huhhhChahhh! Sniff!” For the umpteenth time, James reached out from beneath the warmth of his covers and pulled a tissue out of the box. Though he succeeded in retrieving the tissue and blowing his nose, the rough, imprecise movement caused him to knock the box off the nightstand. It fell to the floor with a thump just as James was considering getting a second tissue. His nose was especially runny and sniffly and he could probably have gone through six without pause. “Guys?” he called into the darkness. They’d drawn the curtains around his bed and the candles had all been extinguished around the room. “Adyode there?”
There were footsteps, then Peter appeared as the curtains parted. “Yeah, Prongs?”
James wearily pointed. “Drobbed the tissues,” he explained. “Sniff! Sniff!”
Peter crouched down and picked the box up. Then he set it on the nightstand. When he saw James straining to get at it, he asked, “You need some now?”
James sniffled rather liquidly and nodded. “Blease.” He sniffled again.
Peter pulled several out and handed them over. James took them in both hands at once and blew heartily. “Thags,” he sighed when done, relaxing back against the pillows. Peter bid him a good night and left, and James closed his eyes again.
“HahhChooo!” He blew his nose. “huhhhShoo!” And again. Then he rolled over onto his other side, the pressure in his nose increasing as it adapted to the change. This made it tickle even more. “hahhhChuhhh! huhhhChooo!” And now he didn’t have a tissue box within reach. He sighed with frustration. “Guys? Beter? Rebus?”
Remus was at his side about a minute later, looking sympathetic. “Can’t get to sleep, after all?”
James shook his head and gave an unattractive snarfing sort of sniff.
Remus reached over him and got the tissue box. He pulled a few out and held them to James’ nose for him. “Go on. Just blow.” James looked doubtful, apprehensive. Remus gave him a stern look, and James obeyed. When finished, and James seemed a bit better, Remus left for a moment and came back with a cup of tea he had apparently plucked out of nowhere. “I asked the house elves to send this up,” he explained. “It’s called Sleepy Time Tea.” Remus’ saw James’ reaction. “I know, it’s a silly name, but it really helps. It does.” James still looked skeptical. “It is appropriately named. It will help you to sleep.”
“Well…” said James, struggling to sit up. “I suppose it’s worth a shot.” He took the tea and sipped it steadily. He made a face at how bitter it was, but kept drinking just to get through it.
“I’m sorry,” Remus apologized, rubbing James’ leg through the blankets. “If I’d added sugar or honey it would have kept you awake.”
James nodded in understanding and put up with the bad tasting tea. He knew he couldn’t taste it completely anyway, with his stuffed nose, and it was warming him nicely. There seemed an endless supply in the cup. No matter how much he drank, there always seemed to be more to drink.
For a while, James thought it might be a trick never-ending up, and the remedy might be that eventually he’d get so tired of drinking that he would pass out from exhaustion. But finally he noticed some progress and began taking larger gulps to get done with it more quickly.
It had succeeded in keeping him so busy he didn’t notice the need to sneeze, though he was sniffling quite a lot in-between mouthfuls. And now he was warm and soothed nicely. When he finished it, he didn’t feel sleepy, really, just felt like he needed to use the loo.
But he didn’t sneeze much during the trip there and back, just a few times right as he was going. Embarrassed, he was exceedingly glad that none of his friends were there to kid him about it.
When he returned, he was surprised to find neither the teacup nor Remus there. Instead, Sirius was stretched out on James’ bed, on his stomach, reading by wandlight. He looked up and patted the bed when he saw James. “Sleepy?” he asked.
James shrugged.
Sirius looked skeptical. “Remus gave you that tea, right?”
James nodded, and quickly went for the tissues. “hahh-AhhhShoo! AhhhChoo!” But when he was done, he yawned greatly and Sirius knew exactly how tired he was.
“Then come on, Jamie, lie down and I’ll read to you all about traditional Hungarian remedies. It’ll put you right to sleep, I promise.” James laughed as Sirius tucked him into bed tightly. “Warm enough, are you?” James nodded, and Sirius sat back against the headboard. “All right then. In order to cure a headache…”
Next up- Part 11: Fever Rising
Part 1- Discovery * Part 2- Breakfast * Part 3- Chamomile Tea * Part 4- A Potion * Part 5- Chicken Soup * Part 6- The Black Ledger * Part 7- Apples * Part 8- Exercise * Part 9- Hot Shower
Same ratings apply to this part
Too Many Cooks
Part 10: Sleepy Time Tea
“Ah. You’re right on time,” said a smiling Remus as he ran his hand over the crisp, clean top sheet of James’ bed to smooth out the last wrinkle. He looked up to see Peter and Sirius, and then James as he took off his cloak. “Just finished making the bed.” He wiped his brow but kept smiling. “You stayed in there a long time. Did you enjoy your shower?”
“Very much,” replied James. In addition to everything else, the warm water had made him feel sleepy. He climbed into bed, the tiny action feeling as though it required an incredible amount of effort. Just tugging down the layers enough to crawl beneath seemed an impossible task.
Luckily, Remus was there to help. He pulled the covers down, waited for James to get comfortable or at least stop moving, then pulled them back up again, tucking them around James tightly. “You’re all set. You’ve got blankets and water and several boxes of tissues, should you need them. No reason to get up but should you think of one, give us a call instead. We’ll be sleeping in shifts anyway so don’t hesitate.”
“Got to find you a cure, Mate,” Sirius said, grinning. “Will do. Even if it takes all night.”
Remus patted James side through the blankets. “Now the absolute best thing you can do to get over this quickly is to get as much sleep as possible,” Remus told him. “That’s in all the books.”
“Shouldn’t be a problem,” James said around a deep, body-shaking yawn. He closed his eyes and settled in, prepared to sleep the entire Saturday away if it meant he’d be well for his date with Lily on Sunday.
His nose, however, had other plans. “Hahhh-CHAHH! huhhhChahhh! Sniff!” For the umpteenth time, James reached out from beneath the warmth of his covers and pulled a tissue out of the box. Though he succeeded in retrieving the tissue and blowing his nose, the rough, imprecise movement caused him to knock the box off the nightstand. It fell to the floor with a thump just as James was considering getting a second tissue. His nose was especially runny and sniffly and he could probably have gone through six without pause. “Guys?” he called into the darkness. They’d drawn the curtains around his bed and the candles had all been extinguished around the room. “Adyode there?”
There were footsteps, then Peter appeared as the curtains parted. “Yeah, Prongs?”
James wearily pointed. “Drobbed the tissues,” he explained. “Sniff! Sniff!”
Peter crouched down and picked the box up. Then he set it on the nightstand. When he saw James straining to get at it, he asked, “You need some now?”
James sniffled rather liquidly and nodded. “Blease.” He sniffled again.
Peter pulled several out and handed them over. James took them in both hands at once and blew heartily. “Thags,” he sighed when done, relaxing back against the pillows. Peter bid him a good night and left, and James closed his eyes again.
“HahhChooo!” He blew his nose. “huhhhShoo!” And again. Then he rolled over onto his other side, the pressure in his nose increasing as it adapted to the change. This made it tickle even more. “hahhhChuhhh! huhhhChooo!” And now he didn’t have a tissue box within reach. He sighed with frustration. “Guys? Beter? Rebus?”
Remus was at his side about a minute later, looking sympathetic. “Can’t get to sleep, after all?”
James shook his head and gave an unattractive snarfing sort of sniff.
Remus reached over him and got the tissue box. He pulled a few out and held them to James’ nose for him. “Go on. Just blow.” James looked doubtful, apprehensive. Remus gave him a stern look, and James obeyed. When finished, and James seemed a bit better, Remus left for a moment and came back with a cup of tea he had apparently plucked out of nowhere. “I asked the house elves to send this up,” he explained. “It’s called Sleepy Time Tea.” Remus’ saw James’ reaction. “I know, it’s a silly name, but it really helps. It does.” James still looked skeptical. “It is appropriately named. It will help you to sleep.”
“Well…” said James, struggling to sit up. “I suppose it’s worth a shot.” He took the tea and sipped it steadily. He made a face at how bitter it was, but kept drinking just to get through it.
“I’m sorry,” Remus apologized, rubbing James’ leg through the blankets. “If I’d added sugar or honey it would have kept you awake.”
James nodded in understanding and put up with the bad tasting tea. He knew he couldn’t taste it completely anyway, with his stuffed nose, and it was warming him nicely. There seemed an endless supply in the cup. No matter how much he drank, there always seemed to be more to drink.
For a while, James thought it might be a trick never-ending up, and the remedy might be that eventually he’d get so tired of drinking that he would pass out from exhaustion. But finally he noticed some progress and began taking larger gulps to get done with it more quickly.
It had succeeded in keeping him so busy he didn’t notice the need to sneeze, though he was sniffling quite a lot in-between mouthfuls. And now he was warm and soothed nicely. When he finished it, he didn’t feel sleepy, really, just felt like he needed to use the loo.
But he didn’t sneeze much during the trip there and back, just a few times right as he was going. Embarrassed, he was exceedingly glad that none of his friends were there to kid him about it.
When he returned, he was surprised to find neither the teacup nor Remus there. Instead, Sirius was stretched out on James’ bed, on his stomach, reading by wandlight. He looked up and patted the bed when he saw James. “Sleepy?” he asked.
James shrugged.
Sirius looked skeptical. “Remus gave you that tea, right?”
James nodded, and quickly went for the tissues. “hahh-AhhhShoo! AhhhChoo!” But when he was done, he yawned greatly and Sirius knew exactly how tired he was.
“Then come on, Jamie, lie down and I’ll read to you all about traditional Hungarian remedies. It’ll put you right to sleep, I promise.” James laughed as Sirius tucked him into bed tightly. “Warm enough, are you?” James nodded, and Sirius sat back against the headboard. “All right then. In order to cure a headache…”
Next up- Part 11: Fever Rising
