Pips new year was not starting off very strong. He'd had an incident with his Potion during their last lesson that had landed him in the Hospital Wing. He'd had boils bursting from various parts of his body, especially his face. It had been embarrassing and taken the healer a while to fix. So he was still lying in the hospital room a day later. At least his face had been fixed up though there were spots all over it that he had been assured would fade with time.

Lying in his hospital bed, he was reading a Quidditch periodical when someone disturbed his privacy curtain. A visitor perhaps? He immediately perked up. He had been getting dreadfully bored lying here all alone.