The first few days in the hospital wing after Tony had left, Ivy had done nothing but sleep. When she did wake up it was to attempt to cough up her lungs. Her ribcage felt like it was being encompassed by a tight iron corset that had somehow bruised all the muscles. Ivy wondered if she’d be ever able to swallow anything without the presence of pain. She had eschewed food due to this and a lack of appetite. Water, though, water was always good. Madam Pomfrey had tutted in disapproval. It was sense of somehow letting the adult down that forced Ivy to eat a little bit of broth or porridge that was presented to her at mealtime more than actual appetite.

She was tired of the smell of the poultice that was kept at her feet and the dragon bone needle that she kept getting poked with. Madam Pomfrey had added thumping on her back to the usual routine. Ivy always felt like a doll as the healer gently turned her over and would drum on her back. That always made her ribcage ache even more but she seem to breath easier after such a treatment, at least for a little while.

Some students had come and gone, only taking up space on cots for a few days. It seemed that despite the lack of visitors, the hospital wing had become a revolving door. Some students, like Gloria Watkins, hadn’t moved. Jessica had taken up residence on the cot next to her. Two prefects stuck in the hospital wing was probably irritating the heck out of the Head Boy. Merlin only knew how much complaining was being done by the others as they had to do longer patrols. Still, it was nice to have a familiar face. Having conversations between spells of sleeping and coughing fits helped pass the time. She had an inkling that parts of them had been in Gaeilge when she had been too tired for English, her second language. Sometimes she found herself switching languages in conversation without even realizing it on a normal day.


The other side of her cot had been cleared when a younger Ravenclaw student had been released. It wasn’t surprising that it didn’t stay empty for long. What really surprised her was that upon waking from a long nap, Tony was in the next cot. His eyes were rimmed in red and his breath had audible rattle to it like most of the patients.

“If you wanted to go on a date, there are easier ways than getting sick yourself,” Ivy wheezed tiredly as she stretched out her hand towards him.


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