Who: Constantine Rivers and Open (because apparently some people want a piece of him right now) What: Taff appears to be having a bit of a crisis Where: In the corridors When: Friday night Rating: little hi-little lo Incomplete || Open
Taff hadn't lost his magic. He hadn't. He just hadn't. Sure it was happening all around him, but it couldn't have affected him. It couldn't have. He was the center of his world. This was the type of thing you heard about affecting other people. The sort of thing that never really gets YOU. So he couldn't have the virus.
There was a perfectly normal explanation as to why his wand wasn't responding. Maybe the core had wasted away. Some wizards' wands got eaten by woodworms or termintes... All of these were perfectly viable solutions he felt. Which is why he wasn't going to the hospital wing. Instead he was hurrying down a corridor, towards the stairs to the astronomy tower. Aurora would make it ok. She'd give him and drink and tell him to man up and it'd be ok. It'd be ok...
He was freaking out, it occurred to him suddenly as he picked up speed till he was jogging. He had his wand clutched tightly in his hand, regardless of it now being about as useful as carrying a quill around with him or perhaps less. "Shit, shi-" He muttered under his breath, but as he rounded a corner, he was cut off, colliding head-first into someone coming the other way. He fell backwards onto the floor, "-Fuck!"