Her voice, strained and raspy, woke him from a dead sleep. He lurched forward from his slouched position in the chair, his open book falling with a thud to the floor in the process. "Hey, Maple." Dory greeted quietly as he reached for her hand. "You're up. How are you feeling?" A quick glance at his pocket watch, opened and abandoned on her night table, told him she wasn't due yet for her next round of potions.

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