Who: Tracey and Anthony What: They're stuck together at the Hospital Wing. When: Sunday morning Where: Hospital Wing
After being much persistent about the due date of her departure, Tracey finally got a clear answer from Madam Pomfrey that morning that she would be in tip top shape to leave the Hospital Wing by Tuesday. She almost wanted to smirk at the thought that the only reason Pomfrey had given her permission was that they've gotten a new admit to the wing that she could fuss over with. Then again, it was no laughing matter since the boy himself had gone through a similar fate as she did. Not that she had any care for Anthony Goldstein, but she could at least admit her sympathy that he too would be going through the woes of being a Pomfrey Patient.
It wasn't like she was about to talk to him either. Goldstein had come in right after the Quidditch match, when Pomfrey herself made sure she wasn't getting out of bed after getting word about an injury at the stadium. One dose of a sleeping potion had Tracey slumbering for the whole night while Pomfrey got Goldstein settled in the bed across from hers.
She only found herself waking up to the sight of a new room mate, one that clearly sparked new questions and thoughts in her head. It almost made her wonder if Goldstein's condition was a retaliation from the IS for her getting hexed. But then she realized that he wasn't exactly a probable person to be part of the DA. But then again, he was a prefect not part the IS. Either way, Tracey's hyperactive curiosity only wanted nothing but answers as she watched Anthony sleep.