Keeping busy was not a difficulty these last weeks. Keeping up was. She had worked herself exhausted most days, falling asleep on her cot in the office instead of going to her own room. She had hoped that the tide would stem, but it seemed steady. At least it wasn't a flood. She was still in contact with Mungo's, daily, trying to sort out what it might be, for she felt sure it wasn't your average cold or flu. 

Having made her rounds, insisting that Connor stay in his own bed and the Prim had to cease playing Exploding Snap after eight in the evening, she made up another pitcher of the sweet drink for Gloria, though the young girl resisted. Checking on the four other students in the Hospital Wing, she had retreated to her office armed with more blood samples and had called up Mungo's in the floo. 

The positive was that Mungo's and Poppy had ruled out a number of diseases. That was what Poppy had to keep in mind. She was deep into a book on various wizard and witch diseases when the knock on the door sounded. Hoping it was a student out of bed hoping to get a chance to see someone, she went to the door, but alas.

"Oh dearie me," she muttered when she pulled the door open, spying first Tony. "You can't come in and visit, Mr. Reed," she started before Ivy was speaking and she realized that this young dear was sick. 

"Come in, come in," she insisted, though she didn't let Tony enter, even as she flicked her wand and a potion flew to her. Handing it to Tony, she insisted he drink it down. "Now, right off to bed with you, Mr. Reed," she added, shooing him off and shutting the door before she was bustling Ivy to an empty cot. "Miss Malone, you just get comfortable right here. You'll be better in no time," she added, though she couldn't say she was sure about that. 

Potions and a blood sample later, she was tucking in Ivy and tutting under breathe as she went to her office to add the next name to the list.