Why has this sickness gotten so absurd. It's getting to the point of Jack being barely able to walk without shaking. He hated seeing himself like this. Which is why he took down all the mirrors in the house. His younger sister, who was now a fifth year, and his younger brother, who was now a second year at Hogwarts. And thankfully, Jacks birthday was coming up. Too bad he had to spend it indoors. He kicked up his bedsheets, the sweat basically drowning his body. He sat up, and looked out the window at the fine afternoon morning. It was a shame he couldn't o outside and do anything in it.
He looked at his temporary cell phone. Currently no 'get-well'soon' texts or anything. As his phone turned off, he looked at his reflection on the screen. His nice, slightly tan skin was extremely pale, and his eyes were scored with red around them. His shining brown hair was now a dull color, unfit for his liking. He looked around his room, and his eyes landed on his wand. He stared at it, already missing Hogwarts, where there was a cure for anything. But now, he was in the Muggle World, where there wasn't. He sighed. At least he was home alone, where he couldn't be disturbed. At least, for no-
"JACK I'M HOME! MARCUS IS WITH ME!"
Jack groaned. His sister brought her obnoxious, hormone crazed boyfriend with her. He was going to reply back, but he assumed that they probably started getting it on by now on the porch or something, so he just left it. This was still basically like being home alone. His sister did barely anything to help him, and would be to engrossed in her boyfriend to pay attention to the world.