Diana wanted to take up Herbology.So,she knocked at Proffesor Carracio's office door,and waied for a reply.

Carracio sighed and turned down the music drifting about in his office. Putting on a false smile he called out beyond the door. "Come in!"

Theo had managed to find his way to Mr Armand Drago's office, but it didn't say that name on the door. It actually didn't say anything on the door. He sniffed, wiping his runny nose on his jumper sleeve. He some how managed to trip before making it to the door, and his head collided with it. He scrambled to a seated position on the floor and rubbed his head. He needed to get shorter robes. If only they made them for little people. His mum had to roll them up.

He rocked gently on the floor, rubbing the quickly emerging bump on the top of his forehead. He sniffed again.

As he was waiting for someone to make their way in, there was a rather loud THUD! against the door. Concerned he rose from his desk and made his way over to the door. Opeing it revealed Theo, the boy that he had talked to in Diagon Alley. He sighed and kneeled down by the boy, brushing the child's hair aside. "Hey, you got quite a bump there, little guy."

Theo looked up when he heard the door open. It was Mr Armand Drago. He let the nice man look at the bump on his head, "I was coming to see you and I fell over and went splat against your door. I am sorry if I hurted it. I didn't mean to." He didn't want to get in trouble for bumping into the man's door.

"It's heavy oak. It will live. Does it just hurt, or are you feeling dizzy or sick?" He tucked a finger under the boy's chin and bid him to lift it. The child was so small, he had to make sure to bend down a bit so it wouldn't strain either of them to look at each other. "Look into the sunlight, but not at the sun, then look into my eyes."

"It does hurt. Specially when I poke it," Theo giggled. He poked it, and then winced. His head began to spin. He took his finger off it, and blinked. "My head feels funny." He looked up into the light and then looked back to the tall man.

Drago frowned a little. "I think you managed a minor concussion. Well done." He pulled out a small jar and smeared it over the little bump. "You'll be okay. Why don't you come inside and I'll get you a potion to help?" He stood and looked over at the other student, indicating that she should go ahead and continue inside.

"What is concussion?" Theo frowned. He scrambled carefully to his feet, and his head spun again. He wobbled on his feet, unstable. "Will da potion help?" He usually took calpol, which made his head stop hurting.

"It should." He helped the young boy in and sat him down. "A concussion is when you hit your head, and something inside gets bruised." He went back into his store room and came back out with a small vial of potion and another empty vial. He measured out some carefully and handed it to Theo. "This should help with the dizziness. Though when we're done talking, I'll walk you to the nurse so that she knows what happened."

Theo's head hurt him alot. He really shouldn't have poked it. He somehow managed to clamber onto the chair. He was sure the Professor had helped him. He took the vial full of potion and had little sips of it until he had finished it. "You are very clever Mr Drago. When I bump my head at home my mummy gives me calpol. It makes my head stop hurting, and it tastes really nice. But she doesn't make it." Slowly he closed his eyes, hoping the spinning would stop. He began to feel rather drowsy, he wasn't sure whether it was the potion or just that he was tired. His eyes drooped again.

He grew further concerned as Theo's eyes started drooping. "I change my mind. I'm calling a healer in here. Try to stay awake, Theo." He made his way to his desk, wrote out on a piece of parchment, and had it sent out to the closest of the healers. Once that was done he made his way over to the child once more to keep a close eyes on him. "So, let's talk, Theo. Keep your mind busy. Are you looking forward to Herbology?"

"But I am seepy," Theo said, his eyes drooping again. He nodded lazily, "I fink it will be fun. Da plants will be...fun..." he slowed down, beginning to drift off.

Cassandra knocked on Carraccio's door, his note in her hands. Perfect... she was in no mood. Now she made office calls? Grand and right in the middle of some research.

Thank goodness. "Hold on, Theo. Try to stay awake." Carracio answered the door and blinked a moment to see Cassandra there. She must have been closest, then. He opened the door wider to let her in. "I am sorry to call, though he's having trouble staying awake. It would put him borderline to a Grade I concussion, and I've never had to deal with more severe head injuries before."

Theo's eyes opened at the sound of the door. "I awake," he mumbled. He heard Drago talking to someone, he wasn't sure who. Slowly his eyes began to droop again.

She looked down and then to the boy in question.

She walked to the kid. "You're a Slytherin? a First year?" This kid looked as if he was four years old. She took her wand and lit the tip with a non verbal lumos, and tested his eyes... "You feel nautious, Kid? What's your name?" She was asking questions to keep him awake.

Drago stood aside and watched tentatively, doing his best to make sure he didn't seem like he was scrutinizing her or anything. The last thing he needed was to make her nervous or something. Either way, he kept himself from interfering and tried to wait patiently.

"Mmm Slyvverin...wiv Lukey," he nodded weakly. He shook his head, "I don't feel sick if dat is what you mean. My head feels funny dough." His eyes felt heavy. "My name is Feo...Feodore."

"Feodore?" She raised an eyebrow and turned to Drago. "Did someone slip him a youth potion?" She looked at the kid. "You don't feel sick, that's good, it isn't a bad concussion, no need to spend the night in the hospital wing, but it is a concussion, what you need is rest and fluids and..." She pulled out a vial from her pocket.... the note mentioned a concussion... "this. Take it with your first drink. If you start throwing up, you tell Miss Green, or Mr. Jones, the Slytherin prefects, they'll take you to the hospital wind. Ok?"

"No, he's just a very small first year with a speech impediment. I met him in Diagon Alley this summer, when they were shopping for supplies. This is how he is normally." He smirked a little. "At that time, he was really hoping to make it into Slytherin. I told him to stop by my office once he had the chance. In doing so, he managed to take a tumble and his head met with my door. I rushed over when I heard the unusual thud."

"Mr Drago..." he started, "Already gived me a potion." His eyes remaining shut. "I don't want to be sick. I just want to seep." His head was only spinning slightly now, not as much as earlier.

Alex walks into Erickson...what ever he was calling himself now's office. Stopped dead in his tracks at what he saw and disappeared before, hopefully any one saw him.

Cassandra turned to Drago again. "What did you give him?" She asked, if it was anti nausea potion, she'd need to know.