He raised doleful eyes to the Healer's beautiful face, and almost sighed for the tragedy of it all. How lucky the inhabitants of Hogwarts were to have Lilyan Moretti as the Healer; to have her beauty be the balm to soothe them while they battled with their wounds and ailments...

"Just the same as what seems to be the problem everyday, Ma'am..." he said matter-of-factly, "However today as I was walking through the castle, I noticed an irregularity in my breathing, and it only proceeded to escalate and I could not for the life of me figure out what was causing it, or how I could get my breath to return to normal!"

He stopped talking, his normally pale cheeks tinted with a light pink from his excitement, "See? You see, madam?" he pointed at his chest, "It quickens even as we speak!"