Who: Melinda and Draco (and coma!Marek) Where: Marek's room at St. Mungo's, possibly moving elsewhere When: saturday evening What: Discussing of the state of things. Warnings: unlikely
If nothing else, Melinda's sister had been making sure she stayed resembling a human, bringing clean clothes (Melinda wasn't sure how she'd gotten on the wards, because Melinda hadn't done it -- maybe Marek had before all this) and bullying her into going home and showering when necessary. She seemed to understand that trying to make Melinda leave longer than required to shower, change, and maybe eat something was futile, so she'd been sleeping in the chair or in the other bed or transfiguring the table into a camp bed.
She'd just woken from a nap and was sitting in the chair next to the occupied bed, looking over the parchment she'd been scribbling at on and off for the last 24 hours. She'd had to extend and enlarge it twice as she kept thinking of subtleties and contingencies. She doubted anything would really come of it, but it was something to do. It occupied her mind, let her do something with her hands, and felt like accomplishing something without being too emotional. Perfect to keep her from freaking out. She had a scarf of Marina's wrapped around her head as she awaited Draco's arrival -- she'd seen Indian witches wear scarves like this, casually draped over the head and tossed around the neck. The adjustment to use it to cover most of her face hadn't been hard, leaving only her eyes visible. Maybe it looked ridiculous, but the number of people allowed to see her face was very limited. She wished absently that she'd thought of this before Felixa's arrival.