Julian Todd was not going to the Hospital Wing to admit that he was sick. No, he was simply visiting his dear Astoria. He had heard she was ill and since Julian was always there for a friend, through sickness and in health, he had decided he would pay her a visit. Though homework was probably the last thing on her mind, he figured he could drop off some class notes as well.
He wasn't heading to the Hospital Wing to see how many people were admitted. Or to see how many people roamed those halls leading to the Hospital Wing, and he certainly wasn't trying to establish a valid excuse as to why he of all people were going there. Sure, he was a little curious to see what Pomfrey had to offer, and if she really could cure those, and loathe as he was to admit it perhaps it would be for the best if he checked himself in. He didn't want to lose his magic, after all, and-
It left a bitter taste in his mouth, the thought of losing his magic. Though it may just be the nausea, which had grown in it's frequency. He swallowed thickly. It was bad enough he was ill, but what would his parents think if he lost his magic? What would his fellow Slytherins? He'd be disowned, ostracized.
Julian was beginning to think waiting so long had been a bad idea. He should have snuck here one night and gotten the treatment, and then carried on as normal. But it was too late for regrets, and assuming Pomfrey knew what she was doing he may actually amend his mistake. "May" being the key word.
Of course, he had done his best to make it look like he was currently not suffering from any ailments. But with his magic wavering like it had been, he was barely able to do a proper summoning charm, let alone a complicated glamor. In the end he had settled for making sure his uniform was pristine and hair neat. Hope that no one would really acknowledge or notice his pale skin, gaunt eyes, or the bags under them, flowed throughout his veins. He had to hope for the best.
Rapping his knuckles lightly on the open door, he peered inside and wrinkled his nose at the smell of the room. It smells too clean. He could feel his headache, also a frequent visitor, return with a vengeance.
"Astoria?" he called out, taking a hesitant step inside. He began to grow edgy; Pomfrey could fly down at any moment and know right away he was sick. Word would be broadcasted throughout the school - Julian Todd, a container for the virus!
This was a bad idea, he told himself. A very, very bad idea.