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The1HBIC 
Food. That's what Cece needed now. Lots of food.
Finally finding a house elf she found competent enough to watch over Max in her absence she quickly made her way to the Great Hall to grab a quick bite of real food. She really didn't want to be away too long, you know in case the old man professor decided to wake up.
Making her way to the staff table she noticed only one other person there. Professor Kitridge.
Sitting in her usual seat, a few chairs from the professor, Cece looked over at him."Good evening professor." Not eating the fish are you?
The only thing you could count on when your colleague ended up in a frozen state with no cure or cause in sight was food. It seemed that Ceceila felt the same since she was the next to turn up at the staff table for some dinner. Leobald had finally decided on spaghetti Bolognese when the blond healer claimed her seat a few seats away from him.
He greeted her as he helped himself to a big plate of spaghetti.
"Good evening professor." Taking up a fork he asked concerned
"Any change in Professor Vindictus illness?" It was scary when a colleage as strong and energetic as the Quidditch official just fell over unconcious after a match.