Always stubborn, Hermione adamantly shook her head, reaching out a trembling hand for some water. Suddenly, she felt extremely faint, and she could feel herself growing feverish, breaking out into a cold sweat.
She couldn't think of anything other than needing to get some fresh air-- that's it, it was the restaurant. Claustrophobia.
She stood up on her own, but her legs gave out almost immediately and she collapsed, her forehead smacking the edge of a neighboring table, and she was out cold.
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Date: 2010-09-17 03:34 am (UTC)She couldn't think of anything other than needing to get some fresh air-- that's it, it was the restaurant. Claustrophobia.
She stood up on her own, but her legs gave out almost immediately and she collapsed, her forehead smacking the edge of a neighboring table, and she was out cold.