Michael had sat up in the hospital wing since he'd been escorted there by Benjy the day before. Madam Pomfrey had been annoyed with him, Slughorn had been up to visit as well to scold him, and then the two of them had gone to put their heads together to try and come up with a solution to the issue.
He'd taken several different potions since he'd arrived, and so far nothing had happened. Which was a good thing. Michael was getting bored of sitting helplessly in a bed when he wasn't actually ill. But maybe their concoctions had worked?
Madam Pomfrey had agreed that he could leave the hospital wing before curfew that night, which was good. She seemed almost satisfied that they'd worked out the solution, and Michael was ready to leave.
At least he'd thought he was. No sooner had he climbed out of the bed than he felt the same swooping sensation in his stomach that told him something terrible was going to happen.
"M-Madam Pomfrey?" he started, his voice strained in case he was about to vomit.
"What is it dear?" the matron said, tottering into the hospital wing.
"It's- it's happ-" Michael tried, but was cut off as the magic washed through him again. It felt strange, he didn't like it. He felt it spiral out of him, almost draining him of his energy, his vision clouding for a moment.
"Oh- oh my," Madam Pomfrey exclaimed softly. Michael glanced up at her, seeing her expression.
"What? What?" he asked, fear in his voice.
"We'd- we should find you a mirror."
[[Did you put your name in the Goblet of Fire? You're all still only able to tell the truth, or be suspiciously evasive, whichever you prefer. Now, though, you might find a few newish faces amongst your school friends. Although there's something oddly familiar... If you didn't get the email, don't worry, just keep your eyes peeled. ]]