After a brief glance around the room to make sure no one was awake and watching them, he brought his free hand up to rhythmically stroke her hair back from her forehead. She sounded terrible; he might have said enough, but he was certain she knew it. The frown on his face only deepened as she struggled to find a comfortable position.
"I didn't fail in Potions class today," he whispered, his own eyelids fluttering as he continued brushing her hair backwards. "You should have seen it. I'm not sure it'll happen again." Her eyelids fell, too, and after a few minutes of quiet rambling about nothing in particular he could hear her breath, heavy and congested. He took a deep breath himself and settled back into his chair, tracing patterns on her arm while she slept.
"I didn't fail in Potions class today," he whispered, his own eyelids fluttering as he continued brushing her hair backwards. "You should have seen it. I'm not sure it'll happen again." Her eyelids fell, too, and after a few minutes of quiet rambling about nothing in particular he could hear her breath, heavy and congested. He took a deep breath himself and settled back into his chair, tracing patterns on her arm while she slept.
