Chicken Soup

[Ethan Mendoza]

Ethan could count the number of times he'd been sick in his entire life on one hand, and right now was one of them. Currently, the boy's throat was itchy and scratchy, it hurt to swallow, and he was simultaneously sweating as he was shivering. He hated every minute of it. What was worse was that his parents weren't here to take care of him. He didn't even need medicine, he usually liked to let his immune system fight off the bug, but at the very least he wished he had his mom's chicken noodle soup. Since his mom wasn't here, Ethan figured he could try to get some soup to help him feel better by heading down to the kitchens. He just hadn't anticipated the trek down to take him twice as long with how achy he felt, but he finally reached the doors and pushed open, wishing there was a room that could read his mind to just have his soup ready and a bed to collapse into afterward.
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[Patrick Vernier]

It wasn't usual that Patrick managed to get himself lost. Even after spending over a whole year at the castle the boy did not feel so comfortable between its walls. As he wandered the castle's corridors after daringly deciding he could go exploring on his own, the boy had found himself unaware of where he was and tentatively walked through the bottom floors of the castle, wondering how on earth he managed to get himself there. Having never been there before, Patrick didn't understand all the rooms he was coming across. When he found a door slightly open he walked inside and instantly noticed he was in the kitchens. He was happy to have found them as he didn't know where they were, but as he realised he probably shouldn't be in there he went to turn around and yelled as he nervously tripped over his robes. With a loud clanging Patrick knocked down some pots and pans which landed on him and his head began to throb. If a professor was to catch him now it would be the perfect chance.