Kevin shuffled slowly into the room, like a man walking towards his own grave. The expression on his face was nearly exactly that. What few belongings he had been permitted to have with him were bundled up in his arms as he followed Dean into the room. He didn't pay much attention to the look Dean had given Michael. In fact, he barely paid attention to Dean at all. His thoughts had been completely consumed by his inability to perform even the simplest magical task that he'd been able to do since his first year.
His things were left on the remaining bed, letting clothing and parchment fall where they wanted to, before Kevin planted himself next to Michael to embrace him. He felt like shit, he had been, and this was more than enough to turn his world upside down on himself. At the very least he felt he deserved a hug from his friend, despite the scowl on Madam Pomfrey's face.