Leaving the common room and still feeling like a lump of Merlin have mercy, Cutty tucked a copy of the latest Daily Prophet issue beneath his arm. He checked his person for his wand, an empty phial, a filled phial, a rune and exact change before heading toward the hospital wing. His slid his hand, warm from the fever, across the cool surface of the bare dungeon walls but retracted it immediately.

"Ugh!" He said in disgust. Where were the house elves? Had they permanently scared them off? Still, fear was no excuse to slack so on one's duties. He pulled out his wand with his free hand and ridded the other with the recently accumulated filth. Then headed up toward the Hospital Wing.