Sitting in the chair, legs crossed at the ankles and flipping through the book to make it appear as though she was working and so just sitting anywhere she could, gave Chenda time to think. Her eyes focused on the edge of the page, more on the paper itself rather than the words because if she allowed herself to actually read the book her attention would completely slip from the here and now and she wanted to actually be aware of the world around her for a time. Or rather, she wanted to be aware of Drew on the bed and the sound of anyone approaching.
Chenda still didn’t understand why he appeared so nervous about other people seeing her in the same room as him, but then again, she was having trouble understanding why he was getting attacked all the time. The young Ravenclaw would be lying if she said her desire to be friends with him had nothing to do with wanting to understand these things but that wasn’t the only reason she had opted to sit, wait for him to wake up and make sure he was okay – not by far.
At the pained sound from Drew, her head snapped up, all pretence about reading the book forgotten. She pushed herself up from the seat, letting the volume tumble down to the side, attention fixed on him as he made another sound, this time closer to fear than anything else. Chenda chewed on her bottom lip for a moment, tugging at it, unsure of what to do and if she should alert Madam Pomfrey to the fact that far from relaxing and recovering he appeared to be in the grip of an unpleasant nightmare.
She moved closer, worry knotting on her face as he started to mumble quietly, apparently talking to someone, whoever was trapped in the dream with him even as she was frantically searching her brain for everything she knew about nightmares. You weren’t supposed to wake someone up if they were in the middle of one… or was that sleepwalking?
The choice was taken out of her hands when he suddenly jolted awake and pushed himself away from her, Chenda mentally smoothing away the hurt she felt at that. It meant nothing.
“Drew,” Chenda replied, smiling softly at him, pleased at least that he was awake and actually speaking to her as she stood completely from the chair. “I’ll go and get you some water and a towel so you can rinse your face. I find that helps when I have bad dreams.”