Heart of a lion, This One(Open)

Isabel ran up to her dormitory, making it to the bathroom and just barely managing to close the door before she stumbled to the floor and emptied her stomach's contents into the toilet.
"Bloody hell," she groaned, clutching her stomach and letting the tears fall. Pathetic. That was the only word Izzy found appropriate to herself right now. Nothing horrible had happened, but she had been late to Charms, Dueling, Astronomy, Divination, Flying, and Potions. The stares from her classmates, the chastising words from her teachers... Izzy felt a ghost of the burn of humiliation on her face she had received every time she was late. None of her professors had taken points for her lateness, but she had the feeling that with the way she was going, she'd soon lead Ravenclaw into the negatives. Massaging her aching stomach, Izzy slowly got to her feet, walking into her dorm on shaky legs. She quickly changed into a comfortable pair of pajamas, grabbed a large, fluffy blanket, and went down to the empty common room. There she laid on the couch, put her blanket over her, and allowed her thoughts to wander as she massaged her pounding head.