It was just then, during that very dramatic moment that Louis Weasley decided to make his not-so graceful appearance into the room. Laden with gifts that went higher than his head, he nearly tripped a few times and swore many times after that. If he hadn't of been so determined to see Rose over the past ten days, Madam Pomfrey would have kicked him out on his arse the moment he walked through the door. He dumped the gifts down in a chair next to the bed and grinned sheepishly at the two Roses. "Sorry for all the noise." His hand fluttered briefly over the boxes by Rose's bedside. "Happy birthday, Rose. I err, there weren't that many boxes actually on your birthday, but that old bird wouldn't let me in here on your birthday and I kept seeing stuff you might like.. So.. yeah.." Louis trailed off slightly, feeling the girls' eyes on him. Merlin, he must've looked like a right tit.
He looked at Rose, his Rose, then with a frown. She looked so sick, and weak and just.. bloody awful. His eyes flickered over to his cousin then who he had only just noticed was in tears. Was his Rose dying? Was his cousin Rose crying because of that? He looked back and forth between them with a very worried expression on his face. What the hell was going on?