Lesson Three - Sixth Years

Cobalt phased into his classroom through the solid, enchanted, stone of the castle with a casual stride. What was not casual was Cobalt himself. He looked as if he hadn't slept in weeks and that was the honest truth; he hadn't slept in a week and a half. He'd lasted this long on potions and potions alone. Travelling around the world at least three times a day was hard on the human body no matter what anyone said. And his body was feeling the strain.

Noticing that his class was already sat down in their seats he knew that he was late. However, he found himself much too tired to care even one bit. Sighing a little bit, he sat down in his chair and immediately winced. Blood blossumed in the centre of his white shirt but he ignored it,

"Can anyone tell me why you DON'T take thirty three portkeys in one day?"

Haley had sat herself in the front of the class, as per usual, waiting patiently for the professor to show up. When he did, she blinked. He looked beyond exhausted and tired and sleepy and ... any kind of mental health issue. She then noticed how his white shirt reddened with blood, but as he didn't say anything other than ask a question, she decided to raise her arm. She wasn't completely sure of the exact answer, but she said it anyways.

"Using one portkey a day can cause illness, as was the case for first year students when they used portkeys to get to Hogwarts instead of the train as it hadn't been created. Many students were sick and stayed in the infirmary for a day. So, the pull of the hook, as people call it, can be sickening. Besides, you move yourself from one place to another, kind of like breaking dimensions while doing so. That is a physical toll on the body, and therefore, using thirty three portkeys can maybe even cause injuries, which leads to my question; do you know that you're bleeding, professor?" Haley asked softly, a tinsy bit worried, though very sure he would be just fine.

Humphrey had been waiting in the front of class next to Haley, waiting for Professor Smith. When he walked through the wall his jaw dropped open. He'd never seen the man so tired, haggard, almost unstable, and the blood spreading in the center of his chest onto his white shirt was not helping that picture. He was worried for him, though he knew the man was tough as nails and would be okay.

Haley answered his question, and he nodded. What she said was correct, he didn't have a single thing to add onto it. This was unsettling, somebody needed to look him over. "Should I go get Professor Henley, sir?" he asked, worried. She was the nurse and teach of DADA.

Tabi had been running late to Infiltration and walked into the back of the classroom and noticed that something serious was going on. She was a little confused as to what though.

Professor Smith looked as if he had been rung through the wringer and was bleeding and it was like he hadn't even noticed. When he asked about the 30 portkeys she almost snickered, a person had to be down right dumb to do that. Just using 3 in one day made Tabi start to hurl she would rather apparate.