Professor Kazimeriz looked skeptical. "It cannot hurt to summon them here. I am quite sure that two men of that age are unlikely to be so puckish and immature without magical interference, after all." He looked to Jake. "Please let them know what we wish to see them at once."

Looking up at Kazimeriz and tilting his head, Jake was tempted to argue back, but it made logical sense to do what the man said and Jake's survival instincts told him to do it, too. "Yes sir," he nodded, actually quite glad to get away from all the tall older people. "I'll be back soon as," he added and went on his way.

Lina had faded off into not being seen once more as people talked and bickered some. She pulled out some parchment and began writing down everything she saw.

Kayla nodded to the Headmaster, "I'll shall leave now and hopefully have him back here in no time." Well she hoped so anyway, she was rather good at handling magical creatures but she wasn't too sure about ones that used to be human. She turned on her heel and gave Celandine a warning look before she left the room.

Tony wandered into the room on the Sixth Floor, the one where the Mirror of Erised was kept. He remembered visiting this place a while back, but he couldn't remember much before that point. "Hey!", he said brightly. "Barry Weasley told me there was a bunch of sugar quills in here and even Hershey's Kisses and other muggle candy. He gave me a chocolate frog and told me to come here straight away. So, can I have some?" He held out his hand, waiting for some sweet treats to be placed there.

Taking his lead from the kids, Headmaster Bontecou pointed at the mirror. "The candy's over there, mate," he said. Where were the rest of the professors?

"Ah, wonderful, I'm so hungry!", Tony exclaimed, walking over towards the mirror. "Is it in there?", he asked, gazing into the mirror. Suddenly he felt a strange, ticklish sensation going through his body and then disappear just as quickly.

Antonio stepped back, how had he arrived here, at the Mirror of Erised? "Professor Bontecou," he smiled, noticing the Headmaster was there in the room, also. "Fancy meeting you here." Antonio figured he was concentrating so hard on his finals that he had just wandered in here, but it was just as well. He could see the Mirror or Erised one last time.

Forrester heard another professor come in wanting candy, and he groaned. Why had he been the only one to RUN at the blasted mirror? He was way too energetic as a youth, he was sure. All that running about must have been bad for him.

Or maybe it was all the chocolate. Oh, his aching head.

Raiden stayed very close to the wall, watching in amazement the scenes unfolding. Professor Lupa ran off looking reaaaaally unhappy, Professor Forrester went boom... And he was just feeling useless in general. Still trying to get a handle on what was going on, he stared at the glowy thing that the Grey Lady had conjured. She'd said it would fix the professors, right? Obviously it was working, if Professor Lupa had suddenly realized how crazy she'd been lately and taken off...

He sighed and slid down the wall, sitting on the floor with his arms across his knees. At least things would be back to normal now... as normal as the COULD be, in this place. Merlin, he was tired now and wanted to leave, but... this was far too interesting. How many times would one get the chance to see Professors who were acting like children being returned to their normal mental states?

Merry came onto the scene and was of course confused. But she was getting used to that more and more. It kept things interesting for sure. She headed towards where Edward was laying down and sat beside him. "Well Indiana did always get beat up. You still taking after him?" She grinned and found his fedora that had dropped off to the side and placed it on his head as best as she could in his current position.

"What happened?" Mere started to unzip her bag as she waited for his explanation.

Forrester opened his eyes and took a long stare at the woman before him. Was he SURE she wasn't Ariana? Yes. Quite sure. Smart aleck.

"That depends....do you want the long story, or the short one?"

"Oh the details of course. I have to know everything." She answered with a teasing glint in her eyes. She stretched out her legs and took out some cream to ease the swelling of the bump on his head. "I have plenty of time, indulge my curiousity." He wasn't acting like her 10 year old nephew anymore....or at least he wouldn't be if she had a 10 year old nephew. Either way he seemed more adultlike during this encounter. Granted he had a big bump on his head. Her assumptions might be wrong.

He sighed. Of course. He seemed to attract women to him who had to know EVERYTHING. Why him? Couldn't he just once give the short story........if only for a moment.

"Well, I wrapped my whip around a niffler, climbed on top of him and tried to get Vindictus' shiny bag away from it. It bit me." He showed her his arm.
"Then, these kids," he looked around the room (briefly), "promised me chocolate. I saw it in the mirror.....ran at it, and hit my head." There. That about summed it up.

Merry had to try not to laugh as he retold the story. "A niffler....and chocolate." She nodded and raised an eyebrow. "So you lasso'd the niffler then tried to ride it like a hippogryff." The headmaste hired weirdies in his staff. Granted she was here so she wasn't sure what that said for her.

"Well moral of the story...don't attempt riding a creature half your height....or trust chocolate in mirrors apparently."

She looked at the bite on his arm and brought out a small vial to treat it so it wouldn't become infectious.

Lina gasped from her spot in the room. And Professor Dumont apparently didn't remember coming in here. If whatever wrong with him was gone and took his memory with it, then maybe he wouldn't remember the detention?

....That worked, except, "I did NOT try to ride the niffler. Anyway, I overheard a Ravenclaw say that it's really Masterson, the groundskeeper," oh yeah, as if THAT made it any better....

"Anyway," he rushed on, "I'm feeling much better now and if you'll..." he sat up, and vomited in her lap. Oh yeah, she won't let him leave now. He laid back down and just tried to wish himself awake. Surely he was dreaming....this had to be a nightmare.

Meredith flat out chuckled at his clarification. "Oh well now that thaaat's all cleared up..."

And before she even could put an actual sentence together her lap was covered in what looked like lunch and last nights dinner and well loads of other stuff that wasn't quite recognizeable and the fact the she actually stared and studied it for a moment should say something about her state of shock.

With a mildly disgusted look on her face she quickly cleaned it up. "Yes feeling better...obviously. Well I'm feeling dandy too but forgive me if I don't return the favor." She chuckled to let him know she held no grudge and handed him an antinausea potion. "Take this to help." She scooted back a few inches from him just in case the potion came back to haunt him. She wanted to be out of firing range.

Forrester eagerly drank the potion, hoping it would also help with this strange nightmare he was having. That's it, no more tea and chocolate bisquits before bed. No more!

However, the taste of the fowl potion convinced him that there was just no way this was a dream. "Blech," he said, "What is it with medicine and the awful taste it leaves?" he asked of no one in particular.



ooc: alright, come on, who caught the pun before they saw this?

Meredith chuckled and gave a shrug. "If it tasted yummy and all that then some people would fake getting sick just to get the good medicene. If it tastes gross then there's like inclination to want to be sick." She said this matter of factly as if it was a great ponderment she had worked out when in all actuality it was off the top of her head and probably didn't make much sense in the first place.

"Do you feel like you can stand up now?" She asked as she made sure to maintain some distance.

He paused, "I don't know," he honestly told her, not wanting to throw up on her....again. "Not too fast, for sure, and definitely not without help."

Now why had he gone and said that? He should just ask for a chocolate frog and be on his way...at least then they'd assume he was still suffering the effects of that spell he over heard Kazimieriz talking about. Oy, why was he still suffering?

"Um....other than the weeping willow thing.....how bad was I?" Oh please please please, tell him that he wasn't forgetting more. Please?

Meredith held out her hand as an offering of help. "Well I only witnessed the weeping willow duel wannabe....but you rode a niffler and ran into a mirror for candy. Now I'm not ranking this on a scale of 1-10 because I don't know you that well buuuut I'd say at least a 36 for sure.

Okay...so at least he hadn't kissed her. That would have been REALLY awkward at this point. He took her hands in his....soft, but strong. "I didn't try riding him, Merry. I just.....wrestled him to the ground." yeah, that didn't sound any better either. It wasn't like it was an elephant or anything. "Anyway, it doesn't matter, the little jerk bit me." He slowly began to stand and had to lean on her for a few moments before he could fully stand. "Do I have to move?" he asked in a whiny voice.

Meredith laughed and turned to look back at Eddie. "You should really stop trying to justify it, you're only digging a hole. Though it would seem you have personal connections with a niffler....maybe it would find you and help you out of said hole."

She used her other hand to stiffle giggles. "Granted since it bit you, it might just leave you in that hole."

As he stood up she placed her hand on his shoulder to help balance him. She shook her head at his question. "No, we don't have to move at all. After all the tower is only one floor up.. and with the staircases constantly moving I'm sure it can be arranged for you're office to be brought here. You'd have to clear space for desks so you can have chairs...and stargazing itself might prove to be a slight problem. But no, I think never moving again would be quite manageable." Mere gave him a 'duh' look after she finished her spiel.

Forrester sighed. Too much like Ariana right now....."I don't mean not move ever. Just....now. I really don't think moving at this particular time is good for me." He was trying to not whine, really, he just couldn't seem to stop! Ugh, he was always like this when he was sick....which was one reason his mum wanted him to marry Ariana.

"I knew what you meant Edward and yes I think staying still for the time being is a wise choice." She grinned and raised an eyebrow. "I could petrificus totalus you but then you'd land on your back again and we'd be back to square one and getting you up again would be to much trouble."