"Good, if you listen to your Healers and stay on bed rest," he said with a smile. "There's a potions protocol here as well. If you take them as directed, you'll be fine in a day or two." And he would make sure Dad took them as directed.
He put the chart down and transfigured the chair next to the bed into a loveseat so both he and Sandy could curl up. Then he studied his dad, looking for any signs of discomfort.
"How are you feeling? Any itching, or pain?" There had better not be pain, or he'd have a word with the Healer on duty. "How's mum?" It hit him then that Granddad was gone, there would never be any outlandish stories from him again. He blinked, trying to clear the image of the curse hitting Xenophilius from his head.