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If she were feeling better, she might've wanted to inform the student about handle debate, but decided against elaboration, opting to keep the answers short and simple from this point on.
"Three points." She coughed again and followed up with a laboured and wheezy-sounding inhale.
Staring down at her hands for a closer inspection, the Divination Professor appeared to be turning colour, but not for the lack of oxygen she was getting, rather the pure, oak-aged, full-bodied, slow-distilled anger at 'The Glaring One'. 'That scheming little twerp!' She thought.
"YOU!", After she placed her teacup and saucer on her desk, Terpsichore's arm flew up and her finger pointed straight towards the Slytherin Prefect. "Slipped me a poison!" She hissed. "Detention!!!". Oh, no, this was beyond point deductions. The professor leaned up against her desk and wheezed upsettedly.
Steelsheen smiled as the Professor acknowledged her answer, but furrowed her brow as she noticed the Professor starting to cough and increasingly looking unwell. She nearly jumped in her seat as the Divinations Professor exploded and pointed an accusatory finger at Prefect Trellawney. Thinking quickly she cast
"Accio!" as the summoned cup flew to her hand. She hastily filled it with water and rushed over to the Professor as she offered it gingerly
"Ma'am take this, its just water." she said.