All of the stares and attention he seemed to be getting made him panic. Archer wasn't sure if he was crying, or if he just simply continued to ooze. From an onlookers perspective, his face was so contorted, and there was so much slime, that it would be impossible to tell the poor boy was freaking out.

Idunn and the fact she'd passed him the drink was far from his mind. He wanted to flee. He wanted to just continue melting until he no longer existed. Sometimes, he thought that would be easier, anyhow. Then he wouldn't bring anymore embarrassment to his family; he was already gaining a reputation as a disaster.

When Professor Sleptov appeared, he just stared at the man in horror, unsure what to do, unsure if he should even move. Was the goo seeping from him adhesive? Would he be forever stuck to the Great Hall floor, melting. One brave soul tried to urge him to go to the hospital wing, a prefect perhaps. He wasn't sure anymore.