Private message to Susan Bones and Megan Jones

Sue and Megan, after you left for breakfast, I found Eloise crying in the loo. She'd tried a potion for her spots, but she must have done the formula wrong somehow, and oh, her face is such a mess! It's sloughed her skin off entirely in polka dots and it's oozing this icky purple--well, take my word for it. It's awful. She's crying so hard but she's afraid to be seen, and it's going to take awhile to calm her down and get her to the hospital wing.

Megan, could you please put wrap some toast and maybe some sausage in a napkin and sneak it into your bookbag for me and bring it to me before Divination?

We'll all have to be especially nice to her tonight.

I could just hex whoever did those lists.