The pain was particularly unsettling, but at least the worst phase was over.
There was something green. Brief. Slithering. He stopped dead in his tracks, dragging something along with him. He regarded the lax weight with sharp, dark eyes. It was a person, actually. This person was hanging off his arm left arm. As he looked at her, he noticed she sported a tell-tale badge. This was the prefect had been assigned to escort him, but he had forgotten she was there. Tarran gave her an additional task: answering all his inane questions. "What was that?"
"You know, you could have stayed in class at least until you stopped hallucinating."
Oh hell, was she morphing? The girl's skin and robes seemed to turn to liquid, which alarmed Tarran. He willed himself to focus, trying to bring her back, but she liquidized and coagulated all at the same time. Pretty soon, she was nothing more than a yellow blob.
The girl went on. "Then we could have gotten here a lot sooner. Without you stumbling all over yourself. And mistaking everything for snakes. And for God's sake's, we're here; stop walking."
Tarran paused. Suddenly, the arm around his own became very apparent. It was annoying. "Could you let me go?" he asked. "I'm sure I won't keel over."
The prefect sighed. "Well, I see the effects of the 'potion' didn't impair your speech the slightest."
The hell? "What are you? A Slytherin or Ravenclaw?" (Or Hufflepuff, judging by that color..) But the blob had vanished, leaving behind a weird, starch whiteness. Oh yes, he registered the beds and powder blue curtains. He was not hallucinating this.
Well, here he was, the hospital wing? It sure has been a while. Where was the nurse?