The silence was deafening; it was as if that entire section of the castle was waiting with bated breath for Daphne to awaken.
Pansy sat dutifully at her side, holding her hand. It'd been there for nearly an hour, but she didn't mind. Daphne needed to rest. She sighed, once more looking over her injuries. It'd been a couple of days since she first entered the wing, and she was looking somewhat better. She was no longer sickly pale, but the bruise on her lip had changed into a unsettling combination of purple and green.
She grimaced and once again returning her focus to the window, unable to continue to size up the injuries on her friend's otherwise unblemished face.
Draco was going to pay for this. She'd make sure of it.

















