"I'm not broken, Plym." Celandine told him, making the effort to tug her chair a little further away from him. "I feel better than I have felt in ages and ages. More relaxed."

Much MUCH more relaxed considering she couldn't bring herself to care enough about anything except, apparently moving away from Plym.

Kazimeriz listened intently, still organizing Reynard's office as he listened. He couldn't think around all this clutter! Under the weather? Hm. "Mr. Morgan, what were the events surrounding her change in demeanor?" Perhaps she was under stress or something had happened-- a bad owl from home or something. Kazimeriz remembered the girl well from the previous term and her behavior was not normal for her.

Her lethargic tone got his full attention. He focused his attention on Miss Toussaint, and something in her eyes caught his attention-- they were flat... lifeless and missing her usual sparkle and spunk. He got up and walk-shuffled over to Toussaint, leaning down to examine her up close. Even her hair seemed flat and limp and lifeless. "Miss Toussaint... Did anything happen to you to cause this change in your attitude that you can explain? While we are glad that you feel well, it is obvious that you are not your usual perky self. Did you perhaps eat or drink anything that might have been tampered with? Or do you recall feeling strange loosening feelings in your neck and shoulder muscles?" Perhaps she had been hit by a strong relaxation charm or someone had slipped her a calming draught. Either way, he began to think she needed to see the healer.

"Well... I took a potion to help with something else --and it has helped a whole bunch-- but that doesn't matter because I'm just fine." She shifted away from Plymouth some more and a vague expression came over her face, "Not loosening of my neck and shoulders... I am less tense though. So that's good."

And probably she should do some homewo... nah.

A potion?

Kazimeriz looked at her, alarmed. "Miss Toussaint, you absolutely must tell me what the potion you took was, and where you procured it." If she had brewed it herself, perhaps she had gotten it wrong. He had seen it happen before, most notably when poor Brittany Dunstan had tried to take a potion to alter her regrettably large and unfortunately bulbous nose, but had mistaken erupment horn for bicorn horn in the brewing process. The child's nose had popped completely off her face and began running wildly , finally being captured six days later hanging around the ovens where the House Elves had just finished baking the daily bread. The child's nose was reaffixed to her face, but for the rest of her life she found that it would run intermittently at night, so she had to bind it with charms and even elastics before she could sleep.

Poor Brittany Dunstan. At least the constant running finally got the nose into decent shape.

*dies with laughter* I love me some Xana
 

"I..." Celandine leaned forward in her chair and offered in a stage whisper (because a real whisper took more energy) "... a delusting potion, sir."

Maybe he shoulda left the zap on.

"I bought it from Slug and Jiggers." She added, looking over at Plymouth. "...stay?" over there, but... stay.

Kazimeriz smirked. Oh, now it all began to make sense.

"Ah, Miss Toussaint. I trust you were wise enough to read the instructions for that particular potion before you took it, and followed all the instructions?" Of course, she probably hadn't. This was a common enough side effect. Actually, he thought it sweet in a strange way, that the girl was determined not to be distracted... and went to such lengths. Endearing.

"Well... I started to, but then I really had to take the potion, like REALLY bad." Celandine explained a bit listlessly. "So I just vanished the book." After throwing it across the room in her frustration, but whatevs.

She looked over at Plymouth who was still hovering around and she made a face. Ugh. Boys were just everywhere weren't they?

"So, you can see, I'm fine." Cela told Kazimeriz. "I'm kind of sleepy now though." She sort of looked around as if trying to decide on a place to catch some zzz's.

Professor Kazimeriz eyed the little girl, choosing not to answer Morgan's question. "I would say that you are definitively not fine, Miss Toussaint. Luckily for you, I will help you. The treatment for too much of the stated potion is a dropperful-- only a dropperful -- of elixir to induce everlasting euphoria in a mug of passa flora juice. This will be taken daily for a month to revitalize your constitution. It is easy to --" He paused, considering, his hands resuming tidying the office. He was really making headway; a few charms and it would be properly organized. "Well, normally would be easy to brew; unfortunately, the potions lab is currently under water and with it, my stock of supplies. I have put in a request at the apothecary for a shipment, but in the meantime, we can procure the necessary here on grounds, if the herbology greenhouses are as well-tended as I believe they are under Miss Bunbury's care." He thought. "Mr. Morgan, as Miss Toussaint will not have the required gumption to collect the items, I ask that you be her assistant in this matter. Time is of the essence, for she will continue to exhibit more ennui and lethargy... if she is not treated soon it is possible that she will fall into a comatose condition, and treatment will become much more complicated. Go to Professor Bunbury with this note."

Professor Kazimeriz dashed off a quick letter.



"Then, please go to Professor Morgan with this note, and help her to collect the necessary. You may need your older --" and more competent "brother's assistance in this."




"I have glumbumble fluid, unicorn horn and billywig stings in my apothecary order, among the other ingredients, so when it arrives we can brew. Oh-- " He dashed out another note to Professor Kapoor. "Please see Professor Kapoor for a single, large fwooper feather; I understand he keeps one by the name of Leroy Jenkins in his office. Make sure the feather has a strong, unbroken calamus."

Kazimeriz looked at the boy straight in the eyes. "It is essential that these items be collected as soon as possible, for this is a complicated potion and it requires quite a bit of curing time... and Miss Toussaint took a great deal more of the potion than she should have. Foolish of you, Miss Toussaint. As a Ravenclaw, I would think you would exhibit more common sense and follow directions. Ten points from Ravenclaw for irresponsible behavior." Kazimeriz eyed them both. "Do you have any questions?"

*gigglesnort* Kazi the quest giver strikes again
 

"I like professor Kapoor." Celandine murmured, "He has a fwooper." Clearly Cela hadn't been paying even the slightest bit of attention. She didn't even register the point loss, not even with her usual 'I'll-earn-them-back' response.

As Plym stepped closer, Celandine made the effort to shift her chair again. Away.

Kazimeriz looked at the blase litte girl and shook his head. "You will go with Mr. Morgan and you will assist him in finishing the task I have set him, or you will answer to me." Not that a detention threat was likely to hit home with her under her current condition... but it was worth a try.

Kazimeriz shook his head. "Though I admire your attempt at Gryffindor gallantry, she must bear the consequences of her own choices, Morgan. Now go. Do not dally, lest Miss Toussaint's situation become even more dire."

He turned and pulled out his wand, tidying the office. Most of his files and papers were, for now, lost to the flooding, but he could at least set up space to allow for the things that he had ordered from Slug & Jiggers in the interim.

Celandine kind of wanted to tell Kazimeriz right then that he was totally her favourite professor, even with all the points he liked to take from her and stuff. It was kind of too much effort though so she just nodded.

"Are we going now?"

"Do I have to?" Celandine made a face at the idea of taking his hand, but she did stand up and start trudging out the door.

Kazimeriz continued setting the office into order so he could work properly there, finally thoroughly tidying the space. How could Bontecou think in the chaos it had been? How he wished he could retrieve his bag from the dungeons, but until his supply order came in he could not decontaminate it properly or have proper poisons on hand. This would completely slow down his potions classes as well.

At least he could handle the administrative portions of his work... and he had kept his ledger safe in his pocket. So that was something.

He noticed Sunrider and his Gryffindor girlfriend had come to his door. Might as well get this out of the way, he thought as he called them in.

He longed for his tea set. The one the house elves supplied just wasn't the same.

Making her way into the headmaster's office Krissy sucked in a deep breath. Helios close by gave her little comfort. How was the only boy she ever really loved the one who always got her into trouble? "Hello professor." Krissy said to Kazimeriz, standing in front of the foreboding desk she carefully studied her shoes.

"Miss Moon." Kazimeriz said in a stern, businesslike tone. "Please have a seat."

Sitting in a high backed chair Krissy's feet barely hit the floor. "Before we begin professor I was hoping I may say something... I honestly didn't know where we were and what we were doing. Be that as it may, I find that ignorance is merely the excuse of the weak. Therefore I will serve my penance as you deem necessary, without complaint." She let out the breath she had been holding in a rush of words meeting the professor's gaze with nothing but respect.

Helios stuck close to Krissy as she shuffled into the office. His eyes met the professors after a quick glance around the room full of curious artifacts and moving portraits. "Greetings, professor." There was more he wanted to say, but he stayed his tongue for Krissy's sake.

That and his attention was wandering towards what appeared to be a pensieve. If everyone wasn't so serious, he would love to explore the office more. What wonders!

Kazimeriz listened to the girl's words. "Quite Gryffindor of you, Miss Moon." he said impassively.

"Sunrider." he levelled his gaze at the young boy, steepling his fingers as he sat in the Headmaster's chair. He waited.