Alani rushed out, she was gasping for air, it felt like someone had ahold of her throat. "Quickly, to Pomfrey!" McGonagall ushered her along. Artemas and Mattheo had warned Pomfrey and McGonagall about Alani's issue with her magic, her magic was too strong for her, it was hard to handle. Artemas and Mattheo ran ahead to pre-warn Pomfrey. "Breathe Alani, just breathe." McGonagall rubbed her back gently as they hurried into the Hospital Wing. The storm outside had stared flooding the school grounds, lightning shot all around. Pomfrey quickly handed Alani a small cup of a golden fluid, when she drunk it her body relaxed, she inhaled vaguely and everyone relaxed. The sky cleared outside. "That was a close call..." Mattheo exhaled, he wiped sweat away from his forehead. "Who put my name in?" Alani asked, her voice was back to being shrill and cruel, she was visibly more relaxed, this potion was one she had made with Pomfrey to help her control her panic attacks, she hasn't had one since she was Eight. "We have no clue, but we know it wasn't you." McGonagall said. 