Janelle was well into her psuedo-hibernaiton, hoping that it would cure her nausea and dizziness. Eyes closed, body still, she was interrupted by a voice calling her name. At first she thought it was Hugo, but through her poison induced haze, she realized it was not. The next thing she knew, she was being grabbed by the arms. "Nooooo, no, no", she cried. Why was she being moved? Who was bothering her? She dared to open her eyes and the room was spinning faster than ever. What greeted her was two Professor Newtons. Everything was blurry and spinning. Where was Hugo?

The only reason that Janelle's stomach contents had remained in place was because she had not moved a muscle in the last few minutes. As Janelle was picked dragged up and deposited in a chair, all bets were off. Sitting up was a challenge. Trying not to throw up on the Potions classroom floor was an even bigger challenge. Janelle bent over and assumed the crash position. Now it was a mind over matter battle. She began to take deep breaths, trying to keep it together.

Then Janelle heard Professor Newton's voice. The Standard Ingredient had been tampered with? That was why the antidote hadn't worked. It was a small relief to know that it hadn't been her fault.......but still. She still felt like she was going to die any minute. And they were to drink the antidote. Seriously? If something even tried to touch her lips, Janelle was sure that it and everything else she had been trying to suppress, would become a vomit projectile. This was bad, very bad.