Savannah Levine

Savannah woke up early Monday morning.

Way too early for classes.

The reason she woke up early was because her coughing woke her up.

For a few moments, she lay in the bed, frustrated because she wasn't feeling well. She was pretty sure she had caught a cold or something after the way she had run herself down on Saturday. It was one of just many reasons that casting spell after spell -- and using Sorcerer spells to do it -- was a very bad idea.

She closed her eyes, really not wanting to get out of bed, and she wondered if she should just stay in bed and not try to go to her two classes today.

But she didn't like missing class.

She sat up carefully, and after a few minutes, she got up and went to her desk to pull out one of her grimoires. There were healing spells she knew, and she figured one of them might help her enough to get her through the day.

Except she got caught up in another coughing fit and the book slid to the floor as she tried to get the coughing under control.

Oh this couldn't be good.

She was so going to get her ass kicked by her family for doing this to herself.


[[OOC: For the boyfriend.]]