Michael really thought the time was coming when he should start to tell people that something terrible was going on. That he was, perhaps, doing things he shouldn't be doing. Not intentionally, but you know-
Now that Slughorn had mentioned it, it really did seem like the prime time. And someone was bound to notice soon. Maybe if he told Stephen? Or Anthony? Both of them? Would they know what to do or would he just have to own up? Maybe there'd be a cure for this. An antidote. Nothing could be worse than...
"Oh, shit," Michael cursed quietly, throwing himself onto a seat in the common room, nausea running through him again and making him break out in a sweat. "No, no, please no. Please-" he muttered into his hands. Not reaching for his wand changed nothing. Michael trembled, the power building up inside him in a most unpleasant way until, once more, it rushed out of him like a wave.
[[The love spells are still in full swing, don't worry! But from today until you're given notice, four characters will be afflicted with what we're calling the Cassandra Curse. Anything they say your character can react to with violent disgust, as though it's the most bullshit thing they've ever heard in your life, or it deeply offends you. Whatever it is, you don't believe it. Not a word, even if you knew it to be true beforehand. Right now, everything they say is a dirty lie. This includes both threads and journals, though it is not being retrospectively applied.
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