Colin clung to his best friend, listening intently. He mad a note in his head that perhaps he should stop by the hospital wing and get some calming draught for the ginger in case he needed some help sleeping during the night.
“If it were really bad, the school would let you go home, I think.” Colin said softly. “So, the fact that you’re here says its probably not so bad.” Colin tired to be reassuring, his hand rubbing Jacks back as he spoke.