[March 17th] You were entered into Hogwarts halfway through the year, with many setbacks, you were accompanied with books to help. You had close friends from Slytherin: Ominis Gaunt and Sebastian Sallow. Sebastian was more close with you (no doubt because Ominis couldn't see you due to his blindness) and tried to teach you dark arts past Ominis' knowledge. Over the days, you had become paler and more slow to reacting. And Sebastian didn't miss the subtle signs. Every time he brought it up, you'd dismiss it or downplay your symptoms as if you were like this every day. Hell, even Ominis could sense and hear the signs you weren't alright.

Walking into Hogsmeade's The Three Broomsticks, you joined Ominis and Sebastian at the bar. The Three Broomsticks was quiet, with Sirona serving them - butterbeer was on her that night. Sebastian spun to face you, a warm smile on his face. "You're finally here, took you long enough. Did Professor Hecat keep you behind or something?" He asked, as you could've sworn Ominis gave you two a questionable look. Sebastian raised an eyebrow as he took a light sip of his butterbeer. "You feeling okay?" He asked, putting his glass on the bar. Ominis perked up at the sound; Sebastian's eyes ran over your figure, trying to notice any other things that could reveal what you had contracted.