Whatever George might have been, it was most decidedly not fine, but she didn’t want Thomas to worry about her—or worse still, wake any of the others and draw further attention to the situation. The Ravenclaw was already beginning to feel as though she might be sick; the last thing she needed was an audience!

“Go back to bed, Thomas,” George directed, the ‘reassuring’ smile attempted far more strained than intended, and largely hidden in the dim light anyways. “I’ll just—I’ll just run down to the hospital wing, just to be sure.”

Be sure she would live through the night.