Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
~ Dylan Thomas
Monday, February 5th ~ Early Morning
Smoothing the corner of his blanket, Poppy frowned while gazing down at Remus' face. She'd managed to make him comfortable, she hoped, but other than that, she had no clue why he was unconscious. Izabel had sounded the alarm when he didn't respond to her after his moon. When Poppy asked if anything unusual had occurred, the other woman had hesitated only a moment before shaking her head no.
Poppy had been uneasy around Izabel and she knew why. Izabel seemed to have a guilty air about her.
I'm being a silly, jealous, old fool, Poppy tried to tell herself. And it has to stop now.
Those thoughts didn't stop her from contacting Minerva and not Izabel for a consultation about Remus, however.
Minerva's the Headmistress of this school.
She has to make the decision.