Kazimeriz nodded and spoke in a hushed tone, still waving the pale pink light from his wand over the lethargic girl. "Over-use of anti-lusting potion. The girl has weakened her essential spirit, her life force." He looked at Caroline, his expression grave and his face ashen. "Please help her, Cari." Do not let her slip away. Please.

Celandine was having a nice little daydream where she was having a picnic and all her favourite food was arranged in front of her. In her dream she was keeping company with Nico and Will and Tobi and Dom-in-ick and Plymouth and Copernicus and Garret and Barry and Seymour and for some reason Cale Newell was there, possibly to provide entertainment with some good old fashioned Nico/Cale rivalry (not that Anna or Evolette were anywhere in sight, but whatever, it was a drream). Then suddenly in her daydream, she realised that they were ALL BOYS and ALL DISGUSTING and her dream self got up and ran away.

"Ew." she murmured out loud, still staring at nothing.

Kazimeriz glared at the nurse. This was no time for twenty questions!

"The reason for the potion seems self evident. As to your other questions, it seems to me that until you bring her around to a coherent, cooperative state, your interrogation is futile. Though I suspect the potion was being administered by the young girl herself, which would explain how she easily misused it. Any potion that seeks to conquer the vices is very complex and its use must be delicately managed. Now for Merlin's sake, woman, quit wasting time and heal her." Kazimeriz spoke quickly in a sharp, impatient tone, still casting over the girl while he waited for the nurse to get to work. He watched the young Toussaint girl, his eyes filled with concern for her.

"Mmmmmmmm?" Celandine sort of turned her head and blinked herself out of a reverie. "Okay." She mad half an effort to reach out her hand to take the phial but gave up the effort, letting her hand drop to the floor as she got distracted by nothing again.

Celandine didn't even make the effort to swallow, she just let the potion go down her throat and let out a little gurgle. She blinked a few times, spotted Plymouth and recoiled a little. "Ew. Boy."

"I suppose." Celandine agreed, taking the bottle half-heartedly and eyeing the yellowl liquid. Her mind almost knew what it was but it was just far too much effort to think about it. She swallowed it and passed the empty bottle back. "I am ignoring him. Boy germs are gross."

Cela was clearly not herself.

"Cari, be a dear and do try to see that she regains her spunk yet still keeps that attitude until she is of-age, will you?" Kazimeriz quipped. He couldn't help but feel a certain grandfatherly protectiveness toward the girl. She had a lot of promise -- if only she wasn't so distracted by males! He made a mental note to owl her parents and recommend an all-girls school. The child would benefit from it, there was no doubt.

Cela looked over at Kazimeriz for a second and leaned towards the healer to whisper, "He's my favourite professor, did you know? Even though he likes to take points from me." She took the phial and watched the bubbles. "Okay." And that one went down her throat too.

The bubbles tickled.

"I don't like potions all that much." Cela whispered.

"Ilyapp?" Cela repeated, tipping her head to one side. She took the potion and examined it for a moment before drinking it down.

Blink.

"When I grow up, I want to marry Professor Kazimeriz." She whispered. "We can live in the astronomy tower and gaze at the stars."

Kazimeriz flashed Cari a quick, small and strained grin. Though he certainly wasn't one to apply legilimency on a lady, he had no doubt what she had been saying with that look. Raising her ire reduced his tension, if nothing else. That made it worthwhile. Enjoyable, even.

Kazimeriz backed up a respectful distance, hearing this and wanting to hear nothing further. He had no desire to embarass the young Ravenclaw girl, and recognized girl talk when he saw it going down. He gave young Morgan glance and a nod, as if to say 'it is time for gentlemen to take their leave'. He gestured toward a sitting area near the fireplace... Far enough to be discreet yet still near enough should they be needed.

Still watching, Kazimeriz raised an eyebrow when he recognized (and, admittedly overheard the name of-- hey, the office wasn't THAT big) the potion. "Cari, do you really think that wise, in concert with the other two potions? The side effects..." He furrowed his eyebrows, concerned. Certainly she knew about the secondary effects of combining these potions? It was NEWT level coursework, after all... But he supposed nothing really could be done about it-- Ah, well... I suppose the girl needed emergency care, to Merlin with the side effects. At least she'd be herself again.

Sort of?

Cela turned her head and looked at the professor a bit nervously, what was going to happen? More importantly, was it happening already? And why couldn't she feel her hands?

Cela was still staring at her hands and a slow smile played on her lips. "I like my hands." She turned a little in her seat to look at Plymouth but she couldn't see him all that clearly because her hands were so BIG and in her WAY. She decided to point out the difficult part. "You'd have to get me a REALLY BIG RING! Look at my fingers!" She waggled them and had a total spirit fingers moment. After what felt like hours but was really only about thirty seconds, she flopped sideways in her seat and did some staring at the floor, an alarming little smile playing on her lips as she whispered to herself.

Kazimeriz turned to see Bontecou, and smiled at him, nodding politely. "Welcome back, Headmaster. I do hope you will forgive the continued invasion into your office space... Miss Avalon is seeing to a student whose condition was too grave to move to the hospital wing." He cast an eye around the now fastidiously clean office, noting that it was rather a full house between Morgan, Toussaint, Avalon, Upstead and himself. He would clear them out as soon as possible.

I'd quote, but no. you can beat me with a rubber chicken if you want.
 

"I think I like you." Celandine decided, tipping her head back and looking up at the healer. "Let's ALL get married! I bet I'm the only one that gets to wear white!" She stood up suddenly, got a headrush and promptly sat down again.

"I can't feel my fingers, how am I supposed to walk?" Cela saw Plymouth, offered him a little air nuzzle sort of by reflex and stood up again. "LETS RACE! OH! Ohohoh! I shoulda worn my glisseo shoesies!" She was smiling to the point where her face looked like it probably hurt.

"Can we get some mashed potatoes?"