"Hi!" She said brightly, moving towards the bed, still being sure to be on the lookout for Pomfrey. That woman was scary most of the time. When she finally reached his bed, she walked over to the left side where he'd made room and sat on the edge, twisting her body so she was facing him slightly but still sitting sideways.
"No sign of improvement, then?" She asked, wondering if he was still feeling awful. He looked very uncomfortable, not being able to scratch the itches he was getting. She remembered having chicken pox as a child and how she couldn't scratch then and she imagined it was something like that. Horrible, really. "Pomfrey driving you crazy?" She asked with a smile, tucking a bit of hair behind her ear.
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