Viktor strode into the infirmary, the bouquet in one hand and a bag of other items in another. He'd promised he'd come, and as before with Su, he was awkward but enthused about coming to the school. He'd enjoyed his time flying with the other girl, and after his blunder in the journal, he felt he owed one Megan Jones a visit. He could completely understand her misery, perhaps more so than most having just come off from such a range of injuries himself.
He moved to meet Pomfrey as she approached him, and as much as he tried with gestures of protest, he could not keep the older woman from twittering her pleasure at his presence. Nodding and flushing slightly, he managed to get out Megan's name, and Madame Pomfrey immediately began grinning as she surveyed his arms and turned to lead him towards Megan's bed.
"A visitor, Miss Jones," she chimed and she stepped back, watching Viktor approach the bedside. He turned, "Thank you," and then paused to look down at the young patient.
"Miss Jones, it is a pleasure. These are for you," he said, handing her a bundle of yellow roses, and he took the open seat next to her, "I am Viktor Krum. You were expecting me, yes?"