Romilda hadn't seen Harry close up in a few years, but she'd seen his photo in the paper often enough. She pulled a chair closer to the bed and sat down, leaning in to see him and smiling as she set the presents down on the table.
"You look like shite, sorry to say," she said confidingly. "But I'm sure it's just a matter of time until you're better. How are you? It's been ages."
He looked disgruntled, but poor thing, he was sick after all. She would be too if she had to wear that hideous hospital gown all day.