𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 | 𝐑.𝐖 ✔︎

𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞

Most people were at the Qudditch filed, awaiting for the match between Hufflepuff and
Gryffindor to begin. Including my group of friends that I've been overly hanging out with for the past week to avoid them looking into
their suspicion of me being weird.

When I informed that I wouldn't be attending the match this morning, they gave odd looks
but shrugged off because they knew I did not like walking to the Qudditch fields.

They probably think that I'm catching up on work or sleep time that I've missed. But I saw this opportunity and immediately took it -- As my feet carried me in the direction of Hogwarts
hospital wing, I couldn't help but to feel a little nervous and a little doubtful.

Everyone would spent the next few hours off school grounds. Despite everything that has been running through my mind this past week, I really wanted to see Ron. Even if it's just an moment to see if he's doing well.

Before I could talk myself out of it, I walk inside of the hospital wing. At the sound of my footsteps, Ron eyes dart up from the cards that were in his hands. When they land on me, I see them light up with surprise.

"Moons, I wasn't expecting to see you." Ron said with a soft smile rising on his lips.

"Yeah," I breathlessly laughed, searching around for Madam Promfrey before walking towards the cot that he sat on. "Sorry I didn't come by sooner to see how you were doing."

I wondered if Ron remembered saying my name the night that he got hurt. And Harry did say he asked for me afterwards, I wondered if he remembered that as well.

Ron continued smiling, "It's fine really, Rebekah.... Are you going to the Qudditch game today?"

"No," I bluntly say, shaking my head. Ron moved his legs and made a spot for me at the end of the cot, "Mclaggen makes me barf." I added on, remembering the time he winked at
me during a summer ministry party.

"Really?" His face lights up, confusing me.

Silence falls upon us after I nodded my head but it wasn't a uncomfortable one. The cot was an little hard but I almost didn't mind it being that I was spending time with Ron.

My eyes looked all around the infirmary, ignoring the cheering from the fields that could be heard from here. I began tapping my fingers against the fabric of my pants,

"What's wrong with your wrist?" Ron questioned, grabbing my attention.

I look down to the wrapping around my wrist, I'd been taking care of it by myself but it's still yet to fully heal. The jumpers that I would wear usually covered it up but I forgot to put one on. "I accidentally cut myself," I half lied.

"You accidentally cut yourself?" He repeats, voice slow and full of disbelief. I nod my head at his question, not breaking.

"Enough talk about me." I spoke when he opened up his mouth again, no doubt to ask more questions about my scar. "How are you doing? When can you leave here?"

"I'm fine. Madam Promfrey said that I can probably leave Monday." I hum at that, happy that nothing was seriously wrong. He looked much better than the glimpse I got of him on the night that he got hurt.

Once again the room falls silence, I start picking at my nails. Ignoring the feeling of Ron's gaze on my wrapped wrist,

"Where is she?" I decided on asking, still examining my chipped white polish. "Madam Promfrey? Is she down at the fields?"

Ron nods. "Yeah, because I'm fine enough. Promfrey left to ensure that no one got hurt during the game. Said that she'll come by too see how I'm doing in a hour or so."