Quickly Alicia skimmed over the latest page in the chart, the vitals, numbers, basically the dry stuff, purposely skipping the Healer’s evaluation of Katie’s mental well-being. “Should be one in there,” she said, slightly absently, her eyes still drifting towards the end of the chart. “Nope, nothing in here that says you can’t have normal, food, cooked with care, attention, love and spices.” She had heard Katie’s claim that she was fine, which physically was beginning to be true, but her words didn’t quite ring true in Alicia’s ears.
Reaching behind her, she put the chart back in its place, and then made herself comfortable against the pillow. Had she put a fork in the package? Squinting her eyes slightly, she found that she could remember, and pulled out her wand. Quickly she rummaged through her back until she found a Muggle pen, and with a small wave of her wand she transfigured it into a blue plastic fork. “Better than nothing,” she admitted, as she handed it to Katie. Sometimes she forgot that Katie was that one year younger than her, and that she wasn’t yet allowed to do magic outside of school. “No offense, but it looks like Father Christmas threw up in here. Where’d all the cheer come from?”