Harry's fever had broke the night before, leaving him exhausted and not in that great of a mood. He'd hardly left his bed since arriving at St. Mungo's days prior and was also becoming restless, tossing and turning when he couldn't find a comfortable enough position or when sleep just wouldn't come to him.
It was a waiting game. A Healer had told him just hours ago that he would either be released that night, or the next day. Bully for him. All he wanted to do was go home and take a really, really long shower. He felt disgusting even though he'd made them change the sheets several times.
Harry squinted as someone who definitely was NOT a Healer flounced into his room, announcing something about surprises. What the Hell? Harry resisted the groan of annoyance as he reached over and fumbled for his glasses on the little nightstand, pulling them on and blinking over at the dark haired young woman. He didn't recognize her at first until he placed her face, younger looking, from school. Shit. Romilda Vane.
"Er, hi." Was all he could come up with, as he forced himself to sit up in bed. What was she talking about, anyway? He mulled it over and then finally remembered her commenting in his journal the night before. So she'd shown up then, yay. Or not.