You had stayed in your office for awhile now.. nobody seemed to know where you were. Working at hog warts was difficult, standards were high, unknowns to why Dumbledore offered you a role as the art’s professor but he just did. You were quiet, too quiet.

You were hunched over your toilet seat, with the door to the bathroom locked. it was connected to your office space, luckily.. you were put on pill’s for anxiety, it was killing toward’s you, it was the worst feeling you’d ever experienced so the pill’s lessened your levels.

Though, you didn’t know what was bothering you, until you puked into the toilet, gagging slightly.. before you’d looked in and it was just straight blood..

Your eyes slightly widened unknown what to do, though you felt the need to throw up again.. it was a horrible night for you, and nobody truly knew.. or did they?.