Someone was calling them. Amethyst turned around and looked at the professor. She wasn't... old, but it didn't surprise her that much this time. Instead, she took a few steps towards her and bit her lip in worry.

"It was because of an experiment-gone-wrong on Mr. Botros' healing potions. While he was getting younger, the people'd he touched got older and it spread like an epidemic." She had already apologized to the man, though, so she didn't try to do it again. It was also up to the staff to officially announce the reason. She only hoped they wouldn't blame it on Abraham.

Finally, some peace..

Javy watched as Cutty Mordaunt was dragged away by Cece.. literally. Such a shame, as he briefly remembered having no other problems with him, as he looked on while they were headed towards the Slytherin table.. Pardon? Squinting through his spectacles, Javy's eyes must be deceiving him again as he could of sworn there were now two Cutty Mordaunts there.

Removing his spectacles to give them a nice cleaning charm. Perhaps I need to get these strengthen..again. At this rate, he was likely to be blind by the end of the summer. Merlin, maybe Lala could be trained to aid as my guide if it ever came to that.

Just as Annie was making her way to start her speech two healers were suddenly up front. Javy couldn't quite make out everything that was being said until the word 'cure' came out of their mouths. He nudged Piers with his elbow to get his attention while they gave their explanation for all of this, "Did you hear that?"

It looks like they were going to be saved.. as long as it worked that is.

It was depressing to look at the students, so Cosgrach chose to look at his plate instead. The next morning, he was going to tear that stupid hospital called 'St. Mungo's' down. He was going to make the biggest scene ever and question how they had proven themselves to be so PATHETIC. He was going to -

It took him some time to understand Fina addressed to him, so he turned to her a bit late, but after pausing for a moment, got what she meant.

"I did, yeah." Wonder, wasn't it? "It hurts me, but at least I have the physical strength to find a cure or whatever is needed." He wasn't going to let Bart, Tobias, Ella, Annie, Sophie ... die. So excuse him if he spoke a bit curtly. He was currently swearing at the world's order.

Oooooh, Leo! Fina and Leo. He remembered his promise to the man perfectly though. HEHEHE. He cast a quick glance at Fina, before grinning at the man. He was still pretty dejected, but how could he not smile at a bag of cookies?

"They did, they did." He paused and frowned. What Cutty? What -



...well, that escalated quickly.

Cosgrach would have interjected for Soheir's sake, but... Cutty was acting a bit weird, to be fair. He wasn't like normal Cutty. The Cutty this man'd met was clever. This one, though... Something was wrong, but he didn't have any proof, ad he didn't want to question Cece's decision in the middle of everyone, so he let it go.

Shrug. It wasn't like he owed anyone, anything, anyway.



Now, wasn't this sweet! He had seen them enter, and walk, and - he almost couldn't BREATHE. They were SAVED! He wanted to PUNCH THE AIR and DANCE and HUG people, but instead he impatiently turned to Fina. WHO CARED ABOUT THE CAUSE? These children needed that ASAP!

WELL? WHAT were they waiting for?

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Javy glanced momentarily at the sound of this voice. Piers' voice. Wait- When did- Hmm... His eyes squinted a little through the spectacles. He could've sworn he was back in his office napping last thing he remembered, but oh well. Rubbish.. "So's your beard.." He could've been cheekier, but well, just look at him, Piers was much too pitiful looking compared to the others with Javy for him to go any further.

Whaaaaaat? Piers looked at his "FRIEND" with sad, pitiful eyes.

"So's your face." Buuuuuurn, you old fart. BURN. Oh, that insult took energy. Energy that this old man did not have much of. It was hard being a Slytherin when you felt 103 years old. If he was his young self again, he'd surely give Javy a nice whack upside the head. Oh, the good days were gone, weren't they?

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Tiara had left her Hogsmeade home close to an hour ago in an attempt to not be late to the Leaving Feast. She shuffled in wearing her slippers, fluffy jewel-green bathrobe, and hair curlers. She made her slow, paaaaaiiinful way up to the dais, negotiated the stairs at an equally slooooow pace, then scratched her head trying to remember which was her seat. After several moments, she realized she should be next to.. What was her name? Oh, Anastasia. Flopping down into her chair, she promptly slumped back in exhaustion, closed her eyes, and tried to fit in a quick cat nap before the activities started.

A spot of green caught his attention and Piers saw the Quidditch lady come to the table. Her gown was nice, wasn't it? And those hair pieces were rather unique as well. "Evening, Tiaaaara," he said, his old voice slurry and mumbly, hoping she could hear him from across the table. "You're looking dashing this evening." Yes, yes she was. Nice and wrinkly, just like him.

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Just as Annie was making her way to start her speech two healers were suddenly up front. Javy couldn't quite make out everything that was being said until the word 'cure' came out of their mouths. He nudged Piers with his elbow to get his attention while they gave their explanation for all of this, "Did you hear that?"

It looks like they were going to be saved.. as long as it worked that is.

His half-asleep little trance was suddenly cut short when he felt a jab in his side. Piers grumbled and looked away from the Quidditch official to see Javy was staring at something intently. He followed his gaze to the people in front with a bucket.

"A cure?" he whispered. His saggy eyes widened. "Gimme, gimme!" he said impatiently, waving his wrinkly hands about. IF ANYONE NEEDED TO LOOK YOUNG AND PRETTY AGAIN, IT WAS HIM. His gorgeous hair was going to waste!

Somebodies Grump was showing.

Not wanting to be disturbed by the sudden appearance of these other Healers , Orsino slowly propped his feet up onto Tillstorm's seat and lowered his head to begin Fake Snoring again. That was until he heard words, words he liked hearing at this moment. He lifted his head slightly and eyed the two people at the Staff Table.

He ignored the whole it was Runes Professor's Potion that caused it all. His interested was perked up at Cure...just hand them out already. "Sweet? Say like Honey!?" The Groundskeeper asked slowly lifting a jar of his own making to the Table. Who needs sweet liquidy liquids when you had Honey, sweetest sweet IN THE WORLD. "This is Excellent!"

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With her assistant and the bucket, Amethyst walked inside the Great Hall. She had forgotten how glorious it was, but she didn't even pause to admire it. Instead, she walked towards the Headmistress and hoped Andrew wasted no time studying the Hall. Probably everyone was watching them. She hesitated for a fraction of a time when she saw Mrs. Truebridge was about to deliver her speech, but they had already entered the Hall, so she would have to cut her off.

"Headmistress," she addressed to the woman, "We have brought the cure." She was speaking only a bit louder than usual, in case the Headmistress had hearing problems, but her back was towards the students and she doubted they heard her clearly. She put the bucket down and looked at the white red head.

"You should drink a glass of it, and you will be fine in a few days. You can mix it with other drinks if you wish. The taste is rather horrible, I hear." She paused. She was still addressing to the Headmistress and staff.

Any questions?

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Andy followed Amethyst into the Great Hall carrying the bucket in a safe grip. He couldn’t help but stop and admire the ceiling and all the house banners for a few seconds. When his mentor was almost up on the staff dais Andy reluctantly stopped gazing around and hurried after her.

Andy came up on the staff dais just as Amethyst addressed the Headmistress and instructed her how the cure should be taken mixed in drink since it smelled ugly. Placing his bucket on the table next to Amethyst he added addressing the Headmistress and assembled staff too. "I suggest mixing the potion with pumpkin juice or some other tasty drink to mask the horrible taste and smell. And they need to drink more rather than less for best effect."

Waiting for questions Andy's eyes were drawn to the ceiling again.

The cure? THE cure? Did someone say cure? Anastasia swayed a little as she hinged toward the BRIGHT redhaired Healer and her assistant. THE CURE. Merlin! Wasn't THIS what she had been waiting for?!

"Well give it me," she snapped demanded asked politely in a quavering tone. The redhead scooped up her goblet, dumped half a cupful of pumpkin juice in it, and held it out to the Healers. "Please. PLEASE. I need to make a speech."

She was holding on to that thought and the hope that this cure WOULD WORK. Without it, she was just...... old.

Seren was finding it difficult to focus on much of anything at the moment, though she did have enough sense to return the polite smile Braith had shot her way. He was lovely... and so lucky. How was he still... young? It just made her feel even worse. At any rat-------e... wait.... what?

Head snapping up -- and almost severing her spinal cord, Seren looked hopeful as the Healers made their presence known to Annie. Did... did they just say CURE? ..

"Bouncing Blueberrriesss! Let me at it!" she rasped, a wrinkly hand outstretched and grasping at air. Could they not see this was killing her? Literally, slowly, painfully, killing her.

After taking care of that obnoxious student of hers, Cece made her way back to the staff table to find out what was going on with the healers. Hopefully they had a cure to this ridiculous aging problem.

As she approached her seat she seen someTHING that did not make her happy at all.

"What the hell Kirby! It's not enough for you to crowd us at the table. Now you think you can just go and put your feet on MY chair!" After pushing his feet to the ground Cece wiped off her seat before sitting. "If you're so tired maybe you should just go back to your cottage and take a nap old man." Yeah that's right. She went there.

Could they please have her favorite groundskeeper back now?

Oh Hey, Tillstorm is back... Now nothing will taste sweet, not with her bitter attitude around. He could just pretend to go right back to sleep, almost as if the presence of a Cure did not peek his interests. "Is THAT Anyway to speak to the Man who protected YOUR seat from any other wandering student?!?!"

He stood up from his spot after getting his legs push down and shuffled over closer to Anastasia. Because he had the Leg space to do so since Truebridge charmed his spot.

Old, OLD, OLD! Yes he was. Tired too, but that came with the Aging. "Not for long. At least I can lose back the Age I gained." Yes, he went there. NOW HURRY UP AND GIVE HIM THAT POTION! "Hurry now give it here!!" Say if you gave this to someone who hasn't aged do they revert until they poof from existance? He eyed Healer Tillstorm Curiously.

Give it to her, right!

Amethyst couldn't decide what to do for a moment. She was going to give it to her, she was just trying to think of an effective and quick way to distribute this. In the meantime, she took Headmistress' cup and with her other hand grabbed the ladle inside the bucket, and filled the rest of the goblet with the still warm and steaming potion. It also stank. Poor people having to drink that.

She handed it back to the woman and looked at the other one next to her.

"Yes, professor," she said to the old woman. Amethyst was over 50, but she looked like she was one of the youngest people here. She reached for her cup, dipped the ladle once again and filled it with the warm and stinking potion. She then placed it back on the table in front of her, and her eyes fell on the school healer.

She smiled softly at the lady before turning to look at her assistant to see how he was doing.

"How do we distribute this?" she asked him, though staff was welcome to answer too. "Fill the jugs with it?" Because she wasn't having the kids walk to here with their weak legs.

Andrew watched Amethyst distribute the cure first to the Headmistress and then to one of the grey haired women on staff. His attention though was in a matter of seconds shifted to an old man standing up and jabbering about wanting the cure quickly. With a look towards his mentor Andy walked down the table to the very old, crooked and wrinkled man.

Taking the man’s cup he scooped up a generous amount of the steaming and stinky potion substance from the bucket with the use of the ladle and poured it into the man's goblet. Placing it in front of the man he beamed. "Here you are Sir! Bottom’s up!"

Hearing another whisper and seeing a man with saggy eyes wave frantically for his attention Andy hurried over in the other direction. This table was toooooo long. Stopping in front of the man he repeated the procedure with scooping up the cure from the bucket with the ladle and then pouring it into the man's goblet. "Here you are Sir! I suggest taking it with some pumpkin juice." Yes because the smell was enough to make you want to vomit.

Turning to the bespectacled man next to the man with the saggy eyes Andy gave him a warm smile. "You heard right. We have a cure." Grabbing for the man’s goblet he repeated the procedure with the cure for a third time. Scooping up the steaming, smelly substance from the bucket with the ladle Andy poured it generously into the man’s goblet. "I suggest downing it quickly."

Catching his mentor's eye Andrew changed his hold on the bucket as he walked back to Amethyst. Stopping next to her he hummed thoughtfully. "Isn't it best if we go down and place cure buckets on each and every house table? Surely the senior students and prefect's can help distribute the potion to everyone if we give them some instructions?"

Amethyst thought it over and nodded after a second or two.

"Good idea. You start doing that, I'll give these three professors some potion." With that, she turned and headed towards the Divination professor first. She got an empty cup and filled it with the cure. Then was the flying instructor, and finally the transfiguration lady. After she'd placed a cup with potion in front of them, she turned around and created another bucket, and levitated the original one slowly. She poured half of the potion into the new one, grabbed them both and started walking towards the Gryffindor table first.

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Give it to her, right!

Amethyst couldn't decide what to do for a moment. She was going to give it to her, she was just trying to think of an effective and quick way to distribute this. In the meantime, she took Headmistress' cup and with her other hand grabbed the ladle inside the bucket, and filled the rest of the goblet with the still warm and steaming potion. It also stank. Poor people having to drink that.

She handed it back to the woman and looked at the other one next to her.

Well, was she going to fill up the cup or let the Headmistress die while she made up her mind?! Annie's wrinkly wrist shook the cup a few times to get Boyle's attention, but finally, FINALLY, it was filled.

Anastasia tossed back the goblet in one go, choking it down and gagging a little bit because of the smell. She forced the vile beverage down regardless because this was THE cure. This was it! THIS would take her back to her wrinkle-free red-haired self! Once the drink was drank, the Headmistress wiped her mouth on the back of her hand and hobbled around the table to her usual speech-giving spot. Was it just her imagination or was the skin on her face and neck tightening up already? She gripped the edges of the podium tight nonetheless, cast sonorous on herself, and spoke up to the crowd.

"Attention teachers and students, we have FOUND a CURE to the aging disease! Healer Boyle and...." shoot, what was his name, her mind wasn't 100% just yet, "Healer Wombat will be around to each table with the potion shortly. You will want to mix it with something to dilute the.... taste." And the smell, for reals. "So help each other out and pass that along.

"Thank you all for surviving this term; as of right now, I only know of one staff member leaving, and that is because she wishes to further her divination studies abroad." Annie sort of turned her head in Calista's direction before facing forward again.

Now one last thing before they could eat... "Congratulations to Hufflepuff for winning the House and Quidditch Cups, AND Gobstones too. Congrats to Ravenclaw for coming in second place in Quidditch and Gobstones, and to Gryffindor for coming in second in the House cup." That had been a long time coming for both of those houses, so that was why she was recognizing them. "Congratulations also to all our graduating 7th years and best of luck. That's all I have to say, so without further ado, let's EAT and DRINK UP!"

"As you wish." he responded quietly to his mentor before he pulled out his wand to create another bucket. With care and full concentration Andy poured half of the potion into the new bucket. He gave another glance towards Amethyst before he started to walk towards the Slytherin house table first. Behind him Andy heard how the headmistress gave her speech in a sonorous enhanced voice.

See, just pitiful.

Javy could only squint at Piers' behavior. He may have been ancient looking to the point of keeling over any second, but his brain seriously was in the complete opposite direction. Shaking his head at his actions, before his shaking voice sounded. "Down, boy.." Yes Piers, just sit back so Javy didn't have to waste the last of his energy to stop him from making a fool of himself.

Then Annie downed that foul stuff, which seemed to have worked. Javy watched as the effects seemed evident in her own voice. So.. yeah, him next, yes?
"..Thank you." Javy's face grimaced at the HORRIBLE smell, as he had nothing but these sugar packets that were on the table to mix with the cure. That was it, he would definitely bring some candy with him next time. Taking the goblet before dumping in the whole sugar packet (without the wrapping, of course), "..Cheers." Before downing the drink. Merlin, was the taste strong.. but he could have sworn his skin was getting tighter.. and he could almost see the other end of the table now.

She was awoken from her nap by.. What's his name again.. Pears? Yes, that's it. And he was saying what now? She was looking TRASHY this evening? She sniffed haughtily and sent him a death glare. But before she could respond...


Did Anastasia just say CURE? Tiara moved as slow as a snail as fast as she could and held out her goblet for potion. "I'm 276 years old here, let me have some, young whippersnappers!" she said in a commanding voice. The rest of the speech was going to be completely lost on her until she had some lovely curative potion going through her system.

Walking through the Great Hall made him miss those days where he jogged up and down the pathways in the Grounds. He stepped up on the dais and saw his colleagues drinking and getting face-lifts and their hair color was rushing back. Yes, good, thank you for lending us your youth this term. [/awkward]

Thankfully his seat was right there in front of him, Botros went ahead and took a seat.

He was oozing awkwardness. Someone should come and chat with him. Why weren't they allowed pets in the feast? He'd like a Feo with him.

Excceeellleeenntt! Seren's eyes may have been sparkling in anticipation as the Healer filled her goblet, and really... already she was dying to consume it - regardless of the smell. However, as she went to down the warm potion, Seren had to stop so as not to splutter it everywhere...

IT WAS FOUUUUL! ....... Merlin.

"Uggghhhh, that's disgusting," she murmured beneath her breath. Deciding to pour herself a second drink, Seren held both goblets in hand, one with the potion, the other with pumpkin juice and chugged and chased. Her body shivered involuntarily at the flavour, but as she drank deeply from the pumpkin juice the terrible flavour on her tongue dissipated.



Pulling a face and pushing away her now empty potions goblet, Seren straightened in her seat at Annie's address. She nodded, especially with regard to Gryffindor placing second in the run for the House Cup. It was a tremendous effort, and she would be forever proud of them.

Seren clapped her hands together in applause before becoming distracted by the feast which appeared before them. Roast, mash, gravy ... it had her name on it.

Callie had been sitting quietly in her chair looking at the candle flame flickering above the table in front of her. Tonight was her last Feast, the last one as a Professor of Divination at Hogwarts, the last one as Ravenclaw Head of House, and the last time she'd spend a dinner with all of her new friends in one place.

Leaving Hogwarts had been a hard decision but as she looked at her friends, specifically Medea and Airey to her right, she knew she was making the best decision for herself. She would like to experiement with Divination further but she also had to work on herself and what else she wanted out of life.

The Healers came and began to talk of a cure--this perked up the former blonde a bit. She watched as Seren and the other aged Professors began to murmur among themselves as the Healers arrived and began to hand out the cure. Callie took her's with the others and felt revitalized inside, even if it may take longer on the outside. But too much celebration would not be good, this was a bit of a sad occasion for the Ravenclaw Head of House after all. She stood a tad in her seat and waved smally to the students assembled below at their tables and then returned to her seat. She did her est to add to the hearty applause at the announcement of Ravenclaw's second place status in Quidditch and Gobstones though.

When the speech was finished she decided to head down to the Ravenclaw Table to say her official good-byes.

Oh good, the Healers had distributed this wonder potion cure. Now if only they were serving prune juice to wash it down with... Ah well, this pumpkin juice would have to do for now. Tiara mixed them together well and then slooowly brought the glass to her lips. "Bottoms up!" she said with a hacking wheeze to no one in particular. And then she drank deeply, continuing until there wasn't a single drop left.

BLECH.

Definitely needed that prune juice instead.

She glanced around. Others seemed to be experiencing immediate effects. Tiara waited for this to kick in, but it wasn't happening. Maybe it will take longer if you were in worse shape to begin with? And she was definitely in worse shape than the students, seeing as they had a lot less years already in the bank when they started. And yet, it still worried her. Just give it time, Tiara. Maybe you're all plugged up from too many prunes. She HAD consumed quite a lot of them lately.

With a sigh, the official resigned herself to a slow recovery. But she may as well enjoy her last meal of the year!