She fingered the square pendant that hung around her neck, fingers absently rubbing against the smooth surface at the centre, knowing without having to look at it that she was rubbing at the bird design inside. It was a comforting motion more than anything else, the necklace not being enchanted or in any particular way magical. It was one of the few things that was basically what it looked like, a pleasing design of a bird and come characters. Chenda Sheridan didn’t even really know she was fiddling with it as she listened to Madam Pomfrey explain the different sort of things she could do and the sorts of things she could learn.
The weekend was supposed to be devoted to homework and those who still clung to childhood hopes, a time to spend with friends having fun but Chenda had taken the chance to see if she could do some more work in the infirmary. It might not be connected to her favourite of favourite classes, but the young witch enjoyed learning how to help people and her grades in the related subjects while being highly respectable had personally not been enough for her, leading Chenda to do voluntary work in the infirmary now and then. Perhaps part of her had been hoping she would see Drew there so she could say hello without him looking terrified but at the same time she hadn’t wanted to actually see him there; not when it meant he was hurt.
Chenda looked around nervously, taking in the other empty beds and the lack of anyone else around, Madam Pomfrey having pushed her out of the office and into the main floor, saying there was nothing that desperately needed doing and why didn’t she do some reading and wait to see if anyone appears.
After a moment of hesitation, staring across at where the sleeping boy lay, Chenda decided to do just that, pulling out her book on the medicinal purposes of exotic and rare plants. She moved gracefully across the room, the edges of her dress – another reason to be thankful it was the weekend, giving her an excuse to wear something other than her robes – and settled herself quietly by Drew’s bed, faint smile on her face as she opened the book. The Ravenclaw was perfectly content to just sit and read here, instead of anywhere else.