"I know," he sighed. "Soon, yes. It'll be nice to be back in our own bed."
He glanced towards the door where Healers and Mediwitches hurried by past the glass window. A bit of anxiety was beginning to grow in the back of his mind. He'd been told what to expect; a padded cell until they were sure the moon didn't affect him; but he was still nervous.
"When I go in tonight," he said to Fleur. "You'll stay here? I shouldn't be too long. Healer Jones said they'd let me back in here after an hour if nothing happened and then we're free to go in the morning."
He knew that as much as the impending events were weighing on his own mind, they had to be bothering Fleur just as much if not more.
Turning, he coughed a little into the crook of his arm and rubbed his throat irritably.
"I just would like to get it over with," he said, glancing towards the door again.