|Dobby has come to protect Harry Potter, to warn him...|
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Ciceron knew what the dosage was. He knew he was supposed to ration it over two to three days. But after the screaming match he'd just had, and the built up emotions festering inside his heart, he knew he couldn't even bring himself to care about the possible side effects. He'd climbed the tower, fidgeting with the bag, already feeling as though he was in a transcendent other world.
But he made it to the lab, clearing off a table without thought for Viola's notes, and carefully poured the powder into strips. He wasted little time getting to it.
By the time he'd taken two doses, he could already feel the affects heavy on his mind; hands felt light, colours vivid, eyelids heavy. He couldn't resist one more hit, and soon tried to stand immediately after, swaying before grinning wildly. He meandered over to the window, watching out over the acres, the air seeming to dance around him.
This...this was great.