Anzelm had been one of those students who had been afflicted right from the very beginning, unfortunately for him. He hadn't even seen it coming, and had only noticed the plant when exiting his Herbology class and realising that the green he could see from the corner of his eye wasn't a stray frond or leaf attaching itself to his cloak.
He could hear Elena coming from the moment she stepped onto the bottom of the gangplank. Tilting his head up from his position on his bed - the boys' dorm door being open, he could see out into the little corridor that led onto the steps up to the deck - he thought he could just about make out the familiar swish of his beating partner's robes.
"Elena? That you?" he called in German, thinking that Elena's native language was more likely to get her attention if she was in the mood he was predicting.