By the end of this week I should be out of the hospital wing -- the place is horrid when visiting upon occasion, but positively *ghastly* when one has to stay in there for more than a day. Madam Pomfrey is the best medic around, I'm assured, but there is something to be said for being made to down a gallon of Perk-Up Punch every hour.
At least the splotches have retreated to my stomach and lower. With my uniform on, you'd never be able to tell. Pomfrey tells me I'm lucky I didn't develop scales. I don't know, I think I might've been able to scare some first-years with them, but I suppose it's all to the good. Narci, I don't think, would have enjoyed it, and Bellatrix would have never let me hear the end of it. I've no clue what Severus would have done.
By the way, Severus, where are you? I haven't seen you in a few days -- don't tell me you've been holing up in the bloody herbology wing again. People will start to talk, you know.
...does anyone have some chocolate frogs? Every-flavor beans? Anything? This appeal goes out as far as the Headmaster. I need something sweet after that HORRID AWFUL PUNCH that she makes me drink.
Sigh. Onto homework. Honestly. Why does Binns even need this? Does he read it? Can he read anymore?