Universe: Young Wizards, borrowed in good fanfic-is-fair-use, right? faith from outofambit.
Rating: G to PG, depending on what you rate Girl Stuff as.
Length: Drabble (100! On the nose!)
Summary: Poking the ailing wizard isn't nice.
"Go away, Dari," Nita muttered from underneath a pile of pillows. She looked paler than usual, and sounded dreadfully out-of-sorts. In fact...
"What's the matter, Neets? You on the--"
"Shut up!" A glow filled Nita's eyes, an expression Dairine had seen many times before in the course of their wizardries together, but never before aimed at her.
"You! The engenderer of cramps! The understocker of ibuprofen! The hider of tampons! The chiller of bath water! The eater of my chocolate!"
Dairine realized Who was looking out of her own eyes to taunt her sister, and hastily backed down.