Laurel's eyes widened as Mr. Greengrass listed each symptom, but her mind was tallying them, wondering how this had happened. And then... she hadn't slept? How had Laurel not noticed that. What kind of mother did that make her. Laurel crossed the room and gently smooth her hand over Daffy's forehead as if she were a young child again. Watching one's child grow up was such a hard thing to do. "Oh Daffy." She murmured. Then pinned her gaze on Mr. Greengrass. "What did they give her? Did they use any spells?" She needed to know every last detail, make sure every possible thing that could be done had been done.