Pansy was sitting in the chair by her bed, wrapped in a blanket. She was trying to read one of the child care books the Superhero had sent her, but she was having trouble focusing.
Harry's arrival was not unexpected. He'd been watching her since yesterday, and though she'd done her best to appear just as ill as on previous days, something must have given her away.
Still, she wasn't going down without a fight. Pansy gave Harry her best pout. 'I don't feel well. We should go another day.'