3:30PM
Julian couldn't help but chuckle at the relief that Benjy seemed to feel at the sight of the magazines. He couldn't blame the bloke for such a reaction. On the rare times in which he had been administered in the Wing, he'd almost gone mad with boredom as well. It did make him feel good though, to have helped out in some way. "Why aren't you allowed to sleep?" he asked curiously, his eyes fixing on Benjy's face, "You didn't get a concussion, did you?"
As his room mate mentioned the elusive she, Julian chanced a look over his shoulder in an attempt to stop Pomfrey. The witch was nowhere in sight though. "If she keeps you in any longer, I'll rally a rescue mission," he said with a playful smirk, leaning back in his seat as he attempted to get comfortable. At the mention of managing, he shrugged. "I didn't get hit with anything more than a purse," he admitted, thanking his lucky stars that he had been away from the stampede, "Tried to get people out safely. Seeing as you're in here all banged up, I'd say the operation was unsuccessful." Offering Benjy a nonchalant shrug, he continued light-heartedly, "I couldn't find you. Of course, I didn't think to look on the floor."