10 Apr 2025, 00:38
What to Do? What to Do?
Threads: The Flashback, The Reconsumption, This Pain Is Just Too Real, What to Do, What to Do?
Octavius put his son on the bed closest to his desk and panicked as he pulled out his wand and wondered what it was he needed to do. With his wand being whipped out, he began making the wand movement to the Scouring Charm and spoke the incantation. The black vomit would clear from his son's head, his hair, his clothes. However, Octavius was not so worried about the vomit being on him, he could clear it later.
The man looked at Clark with great pity in his expression. "Oh son. What did you do?" He walked over to his desk and pulled out a log sheet. He began to fill in the information, but got a flashback to his childhood and to the letter sent to him not that long ago from Clark.
Octavius looked up to see his son blinking slowly. However, he noticed that no other limbs of his would even flinch the tiniest bit. He walked up to the bed, putting down the log on the bed and leaned over to wrap his arms around Clark to give him a hug. "Oh son, I'm so sorry I was not there for you sooner. If you can hear me, just know that I am going to try and figure out what the cure is so I can get you back."
He walked back to the desk, taking the log with him, his face fitted for the expression of sadness as he watched Clark. "Clark, dearie. I'm gonna get you some food." Some toast? Maybe.
Octavius put his son on the bed closest to his desk and panicked as he pulled out his wand and wondered what it was he needed to do. With his wand being whipped out, he began making the wand movement to the Scouring Charm and spoke the incantation. The black vomit would clear from his son's head, his hair, his clothes. However, Octavius was not so worried about the vomit being on him, he could clear it later.
The man looked at Clark with great pity in his expression. "Oh son. What did you do?" He walked over to his desk and pulled out a log sheet. He began to fill in the information, but got a flashback to his childhood and to the letter sent to him not that long ago from Clark.
Octavius looked up to see his son blinking slowly. However, he noticed that no other limbs of his would even flinch the tiniest bit. He walked up to the bed, putting down the log on the bed and leaned over to wrap his arms around Clark to give him a hug. "Oh son, I'm so sorry I was not there for you sooner. If you can hear me, just know that I am going to try and figure out what the cure is so I can get you back."
He walked back to the desk, taking the log with him, his face fitted for the expression of sadness as he watched Clark. "Clark, dearie. I'm gonna get you some food." Some toast? Maybe.
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I walked into the great hall for lunch to see Clark weeping, then being paralyzed then vomiting black vomit. I also noticed that his sclera, or the whites of the eyes, have turned black. In all honesty, as I write this, I’m beginning to feel a bit of deja vu. Clark wrote me a letter two days prior saying he was under the effects of a certain potion and that there was black vomit involved. Honestly, I’m wondering if this kid was stupid enough to consume that same potion, or if it was something else entirely.
I am also wondering if this is something that returned despite being gone for nearly two decades! If this is the potion Clark was telling me about, this might be Darkest Night. It's not the mysterious potion, it's a dangerous potion. And from my records, he had over a hundred doses last month. I hope he did not consume that much this time around.
I brought him into the hospital wing and used the scouring charm to clean off the vomit on his body.
Regarding his detoxification, I need to figure out what is the best medicine to provide, as I am unsure. I need a detailed case of all of the symptoms before I can decide. However, I am presently going to get him some toast and water from the Kitchens.
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