There was something terribly wrong with Darwin, and Wally could not figure out what. Had she known what was ailing him, she was sure she could have healed him. Either she would have been able to brew up the potion that would return her chameleon to normal, or she would have known which herbs would balance him out. She was under the impression, however, that someone had cursed him. The little guy was stuck in a beige color and was limp and exhausted. He hadn’t eaten in two days,
She had been researching ailments and illnesses, intent on fixing this on her own, just as she did with everything else. She hated involving other people in her affairs, because people were loud and more troublesome than she cared to put up with. She could get along with Keith because of similar interests and he let her be, for the most part. Other people were too noisy.
But Darwin needed her to help. With a sigh she got up from her perch in her dorm, and pushed all of the books and potions ingredients she had been pouring over into her bag, just in case. She threw her braids over her shoulder and took off on a mission, ignoring her dorm-mates questions and then their muttered insults. They didn’t matter.
She need a pro, she supposed. So she made her way downstairs and then outside, unsure of where she could find the Care of Magical Creatures Professor. She made her way to the paddock, Darwin flung limply over her left shoulder. “Professor Collins!” she called out In a clear, crisp voice. “I need your assistance, professor.”