Cece had to hold back a grin when Leo hung his head like that. He looked like a whipped little boy sitting there. Like someone who had been scolded by his mum for misbehaving. "If you prefer, you can always come see me in my office." That's what Max did when he was feeling out of sorts.

Oh right, the thrill of catching and cooking your own food. That was something Cece could never get excited about. "Maybe you didn't cook it properly?" Then again, if it had been a simple case of under cooked fish, his symptoms would have been gone in a few days time. Maybe it wasn't the fish after all.

What? Was he serious here? Could she make whatever's making him sick go away now? "Umm Professor Kitridge, are you saying that potion you just drank didn't do the trick?" Did he even remember drinking a potion? "That was a very potent potion that stops you from throwing up. Are you feeling like you're about to lose more of whatever you may have left in there?" She asked pointing towards his stomach. If he was then his illness was definitely something other than under cooked fish.