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McKenzie went crimson at the close contact and as much as she tried to comment back, she struggled with her words. The most she could get out was half hearted "b***h" after Faith had gotten re-dressed. After she'd gotten the blush to subside, realization hit her. She'd never changed out of her robe. With a slight yawn McKenzie went to her trunk and fished out some pajamas. She glanced over at Faith, making sure the girl's eyes were closed before undressing and slipping into a black cotton t-s**t and some semi-tight fitting, dark green boxers. She then stretched and cracked her back before shoving her dirty clothes into her trunk.

McKenzie had gone to bed, confused about her roommate and thus had confusing and chaotic dreams. Nothing memorable, other than flashed images of Faith. The girl continued sleeping as Faith awoke, soft snoring coming from her in her sleep.

*Faith looked over, hearing McKenzie snore. She grabbed her pillow and smacked the girl in the face* Keep sawing logs like that and I could have me a log cabin resort. *She grabbed her bag of supplies and headed out the door to her first class which was Defense Against the Dark Arts. She had heard that teachers of that class came and went, mostly because each of them had a dark secret. The first teacher: Professor Quirell, was a parastic host to Lord Voldemort. The second: Professor Lockheart was a fraud. The last teacher: Professor R. J. Lupin was a werewolf. Faith wondered what secret the current teacher held. She looked at her class itinerary and saw that it was a woman named Beatrice Crabtree* Maybe she'll be something like a vampire, or a demon. *She thought as she entered the classroom and took a seat in the back*

Kathryn had DADA first, the fact made her grin. Having a excuse to be late snice her leg was hurt she took her time walking to class, making sure to pass Flich who was in the same state that she left him, and would be till lunch. Sighing softly she limped slightly into class, ignoring the odd stares she got for both her limp and being her got. Whispers of "Mug-blood" "Haft-breed" "Dyke" and most commenly used "Two face" flew across the class room in hush and harsh whispers.

Kathryn held her head high, ignoring the stares and rude comments with grace before finding a set in the back coner away from everyone and the harsh stares

Kathryn rubed her forehead after removing her glasses. She felt really ill, so very ill. About haft way through the class she couldnt stay awake, her vision fadded and she grew light head, dizzy and very pale. She broke out into a cold sweat as her heart rate incress and her blood presser sored. A minuet later she fainted, falling out of her set and onto the floor.

Kathryn was taken to the Medical room where the nurses went to work on her right away after a brift summery of what was wrong.

"This girl has been poision!" One nurse said, looking at the head nurse who admitedly took over, using a few spells and postions to get Kathryn's body funchtions under control and remove the toxin from her blood and tissue

"Good thing we got her in time, the poision would have killed her in another hour" The hevey set hed nurse said after a few minuets. She looked at the scottish girl who brought her in. "You be a good girl and run along to class, we take good care of the child now" Came her hevey french accent as she shooed McKenzie off.

McKenzie stood there, shock written on her face at the diagnosis. It took a minute for what the nurse said to her to sink in. Slowly she nodded, before turning with a last glance at the unconscious form of Kathryn. She started to walk out, but paused at the door before turning back. "Madam Pomfrey, you may want to look at her leg too. She was limping into class this morning." With her good deed for the week done she exited the room and headed back towards class, her mind racing a mile a minute.

She went back into the classroom and took her seat. Crabtree had managed to get the class settled once more and had resumed the lecture. McKenzie sat, pulling out her sketchbook once more, but didn't draw. She merely stared at it, her mind still reeling. Poisoned? By who...?