Merlin. She acted like she was dying, she felt like she was dying, she looked like she was dying. The last thing Alice needed was a coffin to confirm it.

Hobbling into the classroom and limping when her minimal weight was on her bad knee, the seventh year sunk into a chair and just observed the thing at the front of the room. It seemed to be causing a lot of ruckus among everyone, didn't it? Needless to say, she was as far from the object as she could get and didn't plan on getting any closer. If she did, it was very likely she'd be inside.

"Professor? Which one of us is that thing for?" Yeah. Fess up, Hadley.