The sound of her name made her head snap up. A bad idea, really, considering she still had a minor headache that throbbed whenever she moved. She was surprised when she looked over her shoulder to find Julian standing by the doorway. It was the last place she expected him to be, really. He was usually careful about his health - it made no sense for him to be in the Hospital Wing around sick people.
"Julian?"
Not really the best greeting, but she was just a tiny bit confused. "What are you doing here?" She hoped he wasn't sick. The vindictive part of her almost wanted someone else to have the virus too, but she couldn't wish that upon her friends, especially Purebloods. Just because she thought it was harder for them to cope. They didn't know a life without magic. She wasn't even dealing with it yet but it was still hard. Just the thought of what tomorrow would bring scared her.
Astoria wasn't looking close enough to notice the paleness of his skin or the fact that he was sick, too caught in herself. But she knew something was off. For a moment she thought he was acting more irrational than her, and that was really saying something. "Are you okay? Have a seat," she said gesturing vaguely to a spot behind her where she thought a chair would be. Maybe talking to someone wouldn't be so bad. He'd understand, wouldn't he? He was a Pureblood and a Slytherin, he had to be able to imagine how disastrous losing magic could be. Her thoughts distracted her from the buzzing near the window, which she dismissed as an inconsequential insect invading the otherwise clean space of the infirmary.