Who: Professor Slughorn and Stephen Cornfoot What: "Do you have a spare second to join me in my office? I've.. something to discuss with you." Where: Slughorn's office down in the dungeons When: Tuesday evening. Rating: low Incomplete || Closed || grabme!
The worry was written all over his face as he picked at his meal during dinner. Slughorn looked thinner, more hutched over since being released from the hospital wing. He clearly wasn't responding well to having lost his magic. It'd been almost two months of being magicless, and everything he'd attempted so far had drawn no response. Not even a spark from the tip of his wand.
He shuffled out of the great hall leaving with the last few dregs of the students, back towards the dungeons. He glanced up as someone brushed him, and put a hand on the student's shoulder. "Ah, Stephen m'boy," He said in his usual merry tone, "Tell me, do you have a spare second to join me in my office? I've.. something to discuss with you."