Madame Pomfrey's face was stained with fatigue but her eyes were still bright and alert.  She had her wand pointed out infront of her, directing a small floating army of vials and flasks toward Gloria's bed.  The largest, bobbing along like a small cauldron was spurting light blue mist into the air at regular intervals.  She directed that to the table by Gloria's bed.   In her other hand she carefully cradled a steaming poultice of onions, ginger, and mandrake leaves.  It was steaming enough to be painful to touch, but she tucked it in down by Gloria's feet before directing her gaze to Connor.

"Mister Warwick, when I said two minutes I meant two minutes, only."  The vials and flasks still bobbed there in the air while she directed her wand to the boy and checked his vitals.  "Any symptoms?  Fever? Tightness in your chest?  Raise your arms,   pain here? or here?"

She was still looking at him suspiciously when she declared herself satisfied and sent him on his way with a fizzy potion and strict instructions to stay away from the infirmary.  Then Pomfrey turned back to her patient, dabbing a bit of paste on her forearm to draw blood with a dragon bone needle.  The blood was sectioned off to vials and banished back to her office with dizzying efficiency, at which point she arranged a row of potions for Gloria's next doses.  Fever was checked, vitals taken.   

((OOC: Pomfrey is still testing to see what Gloria has come down with.    Current treatment includes the poultice, fever reducing potion, two potions for cough and ache, breathing treatment.  Treatment may progress at Pomfrey's discretion.  If you are rolled sick you may post into this thread WITH TIMESTAMP of when you are coming in.   If you are not sick you may try to come in but Pomfrey will kick you out.))

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