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Mad Eye Touz 
"I... Well, I wasn't. I was in the swamp on the fifth floor... I was looking for a turtle." Plymouth was the most honest boy in the whole wide world. "And I gave Cela a hug so that's why she is muddy. Sorry. I think. Um... Can you fix her?" Plymouth looked down at her again, her little eyes staring off into space. Ugh.
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XanaSnape Kazimeriz sighed with relief. At least it wasn't a contamination issue from the cauldrons. He looked at Morgan and managed a tiny almost-smile. The boy seemed so worried for Miss Toussaint, a young lady he himself quite liked.
"I will do my best. Step into my office. Miss Toussaint, you will please tell me what ails you." Kazimeriz shuffle-thumped his way into the office, beckoning the children to follow him with one decrepit, arthritic hand.
"Hmm?" Celandine looked up distractedly. "Oh, Hello Professor Kazimeriz." She started to wave but only got her hand half-raised. "I'm fine." She sorta stood up, pushing against the wall to do so. She eyed the gargoyle first, then the door to the Headmaster's office and finally looked up at Kazimeriz and his gesturing claw of a hand. Gee it was just too much effort to be curious about that. "I'm not ailed by anything, sir." Celandine repeated, slowly following Kazimeriz and sort of cringing away from Plymouth in the process.