Tate entered his office and hesitated in the middle of the room. The patronus from Cece had met him on the way up, and his mind was a jumble with possible courses of action. Owl St. Mungo's for assistance. Owl the Ministry and confess they'd let this go too far. Owl the parents to come and retrieve the students before anyone else fell ill...

None seemed like the best option. Tate was a man of action, and those all let other people do the hard parts. It let him play the victim and sit back and wash his hands, and none of those things worked for Gaellen Tate.

Finally, he crossed the room and put his hand on the locked box containing the mysterious orb. It was all to do with this little glass ball, but... what? And why? And how could they get it to stop?

He sighed, scooping the box up into his arms and pressing it against his ribcage. Might as well take the vector straight to the infected students. Perhaps someone there had a brilliant plan, and if not... they'd owl everyone. Mungo's, Ministry, and the parents.