You were working a lot than usual this week in Quidditch practice so you ended up catching a cold. It's evening and you're eating noodles for dinner when Oliver, your strich captain came in and interrupted you.

"You look like a dead rat." He greeted, his brows furrowed. You rolled your eyes and continued eating. He went closer to you and checked your temperature and it caught you off guard. "Chill, I'm just checking your temperature." He said and sighed. "Have you drink your medicine?"