Healer Tillstorm glared at the boy and his little 'can't help him' comment. "Oh, I could very well help you, IF I thought it was something you needed help with. But a bruise, well that's not something that's life threatening. Muggle kids get bruises all the time and they don't have the luxury of having someone give them something to make them just disappear on the spot. No, they have to let them heal on their own, which is what you are going to have to do."

Just as she had thought. The students were given enough time to get prepared for the activity in class. "Mr. Clark, that old man in a wheelchair that's been snooping around running for the Board of Governors?" she asked as she looked back over at Oakey. "He was able to get prepared and you weren't?"



"Prefect Gunter! You will NOT talk to a professor in that tone. It is NOT his fault you weren't paying attention in class." A fact the boy had just admitted to by stating he had been daydreaming.