Dated: 11 February, 1979 Location: Hospital Wing; Hogwarts @dorcasisntdeadyet
He could hear her lying awake in the bed next to his: the sharp and sudden inhale of a breath and the shifting of weight on a thin mattress. The werewolf froze at the sound, dark circles under his own eyes evidence of sleepless nights to match. Beneath his heavy jumper, a chill that had had nothing to do with the weather signaled to the werewolf that he was intruding, just as he had known he was intruding when he had heard the words she had shared with the matron the night before. And yet, he couldn’t force himself to lay still any longer.
Swinging his legs to the side of the bed took more effort than he would admit. The tightness in his chest didn’t let him risk standing. Pale hand gripping tightly onto his wand with measured focus, he allowed the end to rest on the edge of the fresh glass the matron had supplied earlier, careful not to spill a drop. And then after another long steadying breath, the cup of water lifted, gently brushing past the gap in the curtain and moving towards the bed-table beside him.
He didn’t dare make a sound until two stray words escaped his scarred lips.
“You okay?”