With a jolt, Carl lifted his head. Had he fallen asleep? He must have, but he could not think clearly right now. They were brewing an antidote. He was in a Potions lesson. He was a student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He knew that much. And his name was ... he forgot that. It would come to him in a moment or two. He drank the potion when Ilia was done and inhaled. He was supposed to be okay now, right?

Right. The groggy boy walked up to the front of the room where he knew the ingredients were. He had to hold on to a solid object as he moved, because the world was still spinning like crazy. He squinted up at the board at the list of ingredients he needed, but all the letters were scrambled up. Well, he would just have to take a bit of everything there was. Holding an armful of things in his arms, he made his way back to his work space.

Because he could not see the instructions, the Hufflepuff turned to his memory of watching Ilia work. She was powdering something. It must be the Bezoar! He grabbed one of the many Bezoars he had brought back and dropped it inside the mortar. With that, he began crushing. Crush crush crush. Ouch, he just crushed his finger. No worries, it wasn't anything serious.

Oh and he remembered his name - Carl Anderson Leonard.