"Headache, Cough, Sneezing, Tired... Dizzy? I think it's just a cold, though."
"Just a cold, she says..." Madame Pomfrey sounds appalled.
"Did you know that in the old days people died because of colds?"
"That's because they didn't have medication. And we do."
"-___- There's a flu going around the school, and I'm afraid you might have caught it." She waved her hand around the large room with people groaning, coughing, sneezing, and eww. Throwing up.
"But I'm not throwing up."
"Still."
"But... what about that peppermint stuff you gave me last year?"
"Oh that stuff. We ran out. And it doesn't work on this flu."
"Hmm..."
"You'll have to stay for the night, I'm afraid if it's already this bad, you'll be barfing tonight."
"-___-"