With a bucket in his arms Mr Leobald Kitridge, the librarian made his way into the hospital wing to see the healer. Over the course of the last few weeks he had been feeling pretty lousy and had vomited more than he would admit to his student visitors in the library. Leo had a feeling where his bad stomach had originated from but he wanted a medical assessment.

Slumping down into a vacant chair a few paces away from the youngsters he waited for Cece to come see him. He hadn't signed himself in at the wing desk because Leo honestly didn't want his sickness to end up in tomorrow's edition of the aparecium. With the bucket in his lap he closed his eyes as a new wave of nausea hit him.