McGonagall was actually rather understanding when Jude told her they were just having a sing along. However, she gave him specific instruction that if he was to do it again, he was to either have permission from a staff member or to do it outside. Apparently Dumbledore had been in a very important meeting, and hearing children shout-singing from across the school didn't give a good impression.

Needless to say, Jude brought his guitar to the great hall for every meal, but refrained from singing; instead he just played tunes.

Several people he didn't even know had come up to him and either told him how wicked fun that stunt in the great hall was, or just to complement his guitar playing. Now fully comfortable with playing his guitar everywhere in Hogwarts and the initial awe of magic having worn off, Hermione was getting increasingly annoyed with how little effort he put into studying and homework and the amount he put into his guitar playing. Jude always made sure to put maximum effort into potions though. Snape seemed to hate his guts and he did not want to find out what happens when he was the sole loser of house points.

Draco had been behaving weirdly since the stunt. He seemed to just... watch Jude and his friends whenever he got the chance. He hadn't said anything to them yet, but his facial expressions were usually rather unreadable, at least they weren't hostile.

Jude was in defence against the dark arts, and once again had a raging headache.

'I will go and see madam Pomfrey straight after this,' he promised himself for the umpteenth time. He always seemed to get distracted. Although, this time he was sure he would remember; he needed to ask her about magic and electricity.

Professor Quirrell was trying to demonstrate a stance for duelling, but he kept shaking and messing up for some reason. Some of the class were chuckling under their breath as he slipped again. Suddenly, the door swung open, revealing Professor Dumbledore.

"Sorry for the intrusion, Professor," he said, making no move to come inside.

"Nnn-no don't w-worry headmaster D-Dumbledore. Www-what c-can I do for y-you?"

Dumbledore took a step in.

"You weren't at the staff meeting last night and you missed some rather important information. Some aurors will be doing an inspection on the first of November."

Quirrell looked rather taken aback.

"An inspection?"

"Yes, Professor Quirrell. They're just helping some parent's concerns, nothing to be worried about. I just want you to be aware. As for the rest of you," he directed his eyes to the class, "there will be an announcement about this at dinner, but I expect you all to be on your best behaviour. If they ask you a question, you are to answer it truthfully. Good day to you all."

He gave a nod and then left.

Quirrell seemed to be in some kind of shock. He didn't move from his place for several minutes. He didn't even stir until a student called his name. Then he went right back to "teaching" as if nothing had even happened.

The weird thing was: during those few minutes Jude's headache became close to unbearable and eased when Quirrell came back to reality. Jude raised his hand and asked to go to the nurse, still reeling.

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On his way up, Jude's headache had all but disappeared. He was starting to wonder if maybe this was a magic thing. He was pretty sure allergies didn't act like what he was experiencing.

He knocked on the door to the hospital wing and heard a "come in."

Upon entering, madam Pomfrey was bustling around in her office at the end of the room. All of the beds were empty except one, which contained a Gryffindor student he had never met before. He took a leisurely pace towards the back, madam Pomfrey had emerged by the time he got there.

"Good afternoon, Mr Day. What can I do for you?"

"Two things actually, if you're not busy?"

"I'm always busy, but there is always time for students. What can I help you with?"

"Um... well. I've been suffering with a lot of headaches recently, but they only seem to happen when I'm in Professor Quirrell's class or sometimes when he's around. I think I might be allergic to something he wears."

"That may be the case Mr Day, but it sounds very unusual. Sit down for me and let me cast some diagnostic spells."

Jude hopped up onto a bed as madam Pomfrey began swirling her wand in complicated motions and muttering words.

"Have you had a stiff neck recently?"

"No."

"Have you felt weak or numb anywhere?"

"No."

"Trouble seeing, speaking or walking?"

"Nope."

"Nausea, vomiting, fainting or confusion?"

"I experience confusion everyday in class," Jude joked, "but, no, none of those things."

"Any swelling?"

"No."

Madam Pomfrey proceeded to ask more questions of this nature until she finally told Jude what she had found.

"I'm sorry, Mr Day, but I can't figure out what's causing it. It's clearly not an allergy headache and there is nothing unusual about your person. The diagnostic spells tell me you're perfectly healthy. Maybe you've just been dehydrated?"

Jude frowned, "yeah, maybe."

"Keep drinking water and if it occurs again come and see me immediately. We'll discuss other possible causes and I may have to refer you to Saint Mungo's."

"What's that?"

"A wizarding hospital. They will be able to do other tests that I cannot."

"Oh."

She then bristled back into her office and pulled out a book. She brought it with her and started reporting what Jude had told her.

"The other thing, deary?" She asked while writing.

"Oh, yes. I have a question about how magic works, Professor Flitwick told me to ask you."

"I'll answer it if I can, but I'm not very good with magic theory." She nodded for him to continue.

"You know when you cast a spell?"

"Yes?"

"Magic travels down your arm to your wand. But in a book, I read that magic inhibits electricity, and our limbs move by electricity. So I'm just very confused as to how we can cast spells without our arms going numb."

She took a breath and stopped writing, "that book has phrased it all wrong. Raw magic inhibits electricity, when that magic is focused with the meaning we give it or just focused into specific points, electricity can flow happily with it or against it."

"Huh. That's interesting. You wouldn't know where I can get more information on this do you?"

"There's none in the library?"

"No, I've checked."

"Wait there."

She strode back into her office and rustling could be heard. A few minutes later, she emerged with several books.

"Here you are, deary. I expect those back sometime before you leave. I'm sure Flourish and Blotts have most of these so if you like them you can have your own."

Jude was over-joyed.

"Thank you, madam Pomfrey!"

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Thanks for reading!

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