Archer was starting to think that perhaps he was cursed. Bad luck seemed to find him, especially when he was least expecting it.

The girl whom he had been conversing with let out a scream and fled from the table, but he didn't notice. Nor did he notice Idunn diligently taking notes. The ooze that was forming on his skin thickened, and it seemed to be draining onto the table, sliding its way around a variety of plates and platters and even into laps.

Maybe this was the end? Maybe he would melt away to nothing.

His eyes had taken on a more beady shape, and his face was more scrunched. It was almost as if he were a grotesque human/frog hybrid that was stuck somewhere between changing. After a few moments, the only thing that continued to change was the mucus that seeped from his body. It seemed the potion had finished working, and he was stuck looking like a disgusting mess who hoped that maybe he'd change back.

A prefect from one of the houses ran off to fetch a teacher.