Mary's trip to the hospital wing was short - well she'd missed dinner, but she hadn't stayed the night. Madam Pomfrey had fixed up her sprained wrist, though there were little bruises on her wrist that hadn't shown up until the day after. Still, she didn't mind the bruises because she was alive, thanks to James.
She'd dressed in a hurry, not even bothering to tie her tie. She stopped short, her smile fading as she saw Severus waiting for her outside the portrait with a scowl on his face and his clenched knuckles.
"Waiting for me?" she asked, approaching him slowly.