Antwone strolled into the hospital wing with note in hand. He was ready for his new year at Hogwarts. He couldn't believe the job he was assigned over the summer but he had to be sure to keep his condition tamed, it was much more vital now.

As he came through the threshold he noticed there were already a few students coming through with their own cuts, sicknesses and maladies. Antwone poked his long neck above the other's heads, looking for someone to attend to his note when he noticed ... Cassandra? But she was supposed to have graduated!

He took of his glasses and rubbed his eyes twice. Nothing changed when he placed his spectacle back on the bridge of his nose. She was still standing there, tending to a first year Slytherin he did not recognize.