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Cinn-O-Bun 
Miles' head seared in pain and he placed his head in his hands. Had they heard him? Did he say anything at all? It was hard to tell now with his brain running a mile a minute.
Looking down as he heard a voice he thought he spotted Phoebus but if he was honest he was seeing double... "Yes lockdown..." He swallowed and looked around. "We're not sure but people are getting hurt and some things were found by the forest..." he swallowed again, his mouth feeling dry. "Is it hot in here?" He was feeling dizzy again and slid off the table until he was sitting down on it. "And Cela's gone and....bloody robes were found...and wands were found...and I'm having to do this all myself..." Looking up he couldn't keep his eyes focused on anything as it all seemed to spin around him. "I...I don't feel so good...."
Taking in Mile's unwell appearance...well, Phoebus panicked a moment. He didn't know what to do if he fell or broke something or...anything.
Wait. YES HE DID.
Chiding himself for forgetting his own abilities in a moment of panic induced stupidity, he nodded as Miles spoke. " Yeah, that's a pretty good reason to be a bit overwhelmed," He said.
He got up, walking over to the table the Prefect was currently slumped against and eyed him. " You don't look good. How many fingers am I holding up?" He asked, waving four of them in front of Miles' face.