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It was a normal day at Sacred HeartHogwarts. I’d woken up to the smooth sounds of Colin Hay, gone through my newly instituted exfoliation regime –the Scottish air was absolute murder on the ol’ pores- and capped it all off with a delicious banana smoothie for breakfast.

But during my walk to the hospital wing, I couldn’t help but notice that something seemed...off. I decided to crank up Mr. Hay on my Ipod, while I pondered the situation.

( I can't get to sleep/I think about the implications/Of diving in too deep/And possibly the complications/Especially at night/I worry over situations/I know I'll be alright/Perhaps it's just imagination/Day after day it reappears/Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear/Ghosts appear and fade away )

Like I was saying, before I started wondering exactly what house Colin Hay would be sorted into (I’d finally reached the conclusion that he’d be a Gryffinpuffelsyltherclaw – you can’t keep all that talent in one tiny house), something at Hogwarts seemed off.

And as I passed the popcorn room on my way to work, I finally figured out why.

Doctor Cox. Carla. That...tiny British red headed lady who reminded me a little of Ron Howard. And even Doug! They were all gone!

All of them.

Which...which meant...

Oh my god.

“I’m the head of the hospital wing,” I said, in a dazed sort of awe. “I’m...I’m a wunderkind.”

Wait 'till I told Turk! I could totally pull some strings and make him my personal, chocolatey assistant! Oh, wow, this was-

...hey. What was the butter smell?