Nope, this wasn't going as expected. Truthfully, Beverly had imagined the adults to freak out and hurry to find a cure and fix them all withing the span of, at least, fifteen minutes. High weren't a good thing. All this talk about closing the school, contacting parents wasn't what she'd imagined either. If Dad or Kennedy got word of this they'd take her out and she might not see Hogwarts ever again.

So. No.

She didn't want to stay here, either. Anxiety being the highest it's been since the Hogwarts' Express, she was feeling too closed in and breathing was getting harder. Nope. Nope. Staying here was bad.

"Um," she raised her hand once more. "I think...I think mine started after the pep rally." That ghost they mentioned was there. What if ghost spit got on her and caused this? They ghost lady had been yelling and all. O__O

She gazed at all of the adults. "Ummm... I think I'll just go to the Healer. Thank you," she said, sliding off the chair. She froze when her back cracked and she let out a whimper. Gah!

Coming here might not have been the brightest idea, but SHE WAS DESPERATE. DAMMIT. OUCH.

T___T