Rose had been feeling a bit under the weather all day, and she'd finally talked herself into going to the infirmary. Still clad in her pajamas, her nose running, she trudged to the hospital wing, pushing open the door and meeting the powerful scent of over sanitation, potent enough for her to smell even with a stuffy nose.
She was met with the sight of a very battered looking Professor Lupin, however. He seemed to be waiting for Madame Pomfrey and not leaving any time soon. She felt herself gasp smally. Her hand flying to cover her mouth. She knew about his lycanthropy, what with Teddy practically being an honorary part of her family, she'd grown up with stories of Remus and all of his friends. She had never really talked to him inside or outside of classes, not for lack of wanting to, but she was nervous. He didn't know her. She was so quiet and reserved in his classes that she doubted he would even remember her name. He had no real need to.
She quietly walked over and sat on the bed opposite of him, "Professor Lupin, are you going to be okay? It looks like you had it rough this month..." she grimaced, spotting a particularly nasty cut. She tucked a big chunk of obnoxiously red hair behind her ear, knowing that she was paler than usual because she was sick. But in comparison to him, she really had nothing to complain about.