Spider-Man walked into the Headmistress's office later that night. He held a bouquet of weird flowers he bought at the gift shop on the first floor. The door creaked open, giving him chills, and it slammed shut.
"Headmistress." He greeted.
"Spider-Man."
"I'm here to see..."
"You're little friend has been moved." She said.
"Where?"
"To the hospital wing on the third floor."
"Can you tell me what happened?" He asked rudely.
"No."
He turned to leave, then stopped.
"Hey, Head, what happens to the losers in the competition?"
She stopped and starred at him.
They starred at each other for a few seconds.
"They are escorted back."
"Yeah," Spider-Man mumbled as he walked out the door.
"To the grave."
Aquamarine was in a large tank about ten-by-ten, filled to the top with water. The water was a crystal blue. It seemed almost holy. Spider-Man was shocked to see her there with these wires coming from her.
"We're monitoring her health." A nurse said.
"What happened?" He asked, putting down the flowers.
"The water in the Headmistress' fish tank was contaminated. She wasn't used to the water in there. The fish are used to it, and they've adapted."
"Will she be okay?"
"Damaged, but okay."
Spider-Man felt terrible. Like everything that went wrong in the universe was his fault. He placed the flowers in a vase beside her tank and left her there. He started walking down the hall when her nanny Aqual came rushing to him.
"Spider-Man! You imbecile! Aquamarine is allergic to Fredrichs!"
"Fred-whats?"
"The flowers you gave her!"
Just then he saw someone coming down the hallway. She saw Spider-Man holding the flowers and she stopped in her tracks.