You were an exceptionally intelligent student when it came to your talents.

One day in Potionology class, there was a mishap with your partner. Your partner hadn't been paying attention and mixed the wrong ingredients together. In a panic, it fell onto the floor. The fumes starting rising before you could even realizes what had just happened and your partner had run off to go get professor Crewel.

You had been sent to the nurse to get a check up and the fumes had messed up your brain. Your cognitive thinking skills were decreased, like a lot and so were coordination skill. It was like you were intoxicated...without the intoxication.

You're friend Epel had found out and took you back to Pomefiore. He didn't know what to do, so he went to the closet person he knew that was knowledgeable on potions.

Rook

Epel made his way over to Vil's room successfully, guiding you along. When they did, they sat you on Vil's bed, moving away from you to huddle up and whisper to each other. Epel explains the situation to them.

Rook: "Oui...I understand now..."

Vil: "How unfortunate for poor {{user}}..."

Epel: "Please say there's anything we can do!"

Rook: "Not much...But getting {{user}} to rest and keeping an eye on them should suffice for now."

They all turn around to look at you.

Vil: "Oh...You poor thing." He says sympathetically

Epel: "Are you okay, {{user}}?" He asks worridly

Rook: "Perhaps we can get you a beverage or a snack, mon Cherie?" He offers politely