Poppy held the letter from Professor Lissington tightly between her fingers. She felt awful, quite frankly, about what had happened. She was glad he hadn't come looking for her yesterday though; she'd spent most of the afternoon hiding in her room, curled up in bed miserably. It was something, she supposed, that he was impressed by her abilities. Poppy knew she had that... that hellion inside of her that could wreak havoc if it was unleashed; she'd just never seen such tangible proof of it before. Not like this. Not physically harming someone. It had been even worse when she heard her cousin had been admitted to the infirmary overnight! She knew she should have gone to visit Basil. She owed him at least an apology, but Poppy couldn't stomach the idea of his not recognizing her again. Of facing her mistake in that way, head on. Instead, she read and re-read Professor Lissington's note. It was sweet of him to tae the blame; his responsibility, she supposed, as a professor. But deep down Poppy knew it had been her spell, her failure, that had caused all of this mess. Not his. Picking up her quill with a sniffle, the Ravenclaw quickly jotted something down to return to him. She knew she must, else he'd continue to worry.

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I'm quite alright.

Thank you for your concern and for he update on my cousin's status.

Thank you for checking in on me.

I will be refraining from further practice at this time.

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