Turning away from the doors, Madam Pomfrey decided to go check on her patients again since it didn't seem like the headmaster was going to come to his senses any time soon. A quick wave of her wand, and a muttered incantation and the status charts instantly began updating themselves. The Weasley boy was perfectly fine, there never was a reason for him to have been brought to the infirmary in the first place. Shaking her head again at Albus poking his nose into everyone's affairs, the healer was pleased to see that the girl's ankle was healing nicely, and the few cuts were already fading. She was lucky to get away with that minor of an injury after being cornered by a troll.

It was the other young boy that had her a bit worried. She wasn't too concerned about the cuts and bruises, though there was some internal bleeding it was minor and easy healed. Luckily the shattered ribs hadn't punctured the lungs or he may not have survived to reach her ward, they would heal by morning but still be sore for a few days. The three fractured vertebrae were of some concern, mostly because most nerve damage wouldn't be apparent until she was able to examine him while conscious. It was her hope that there was nothing more serious than a little tingling in his legs that would naturally fade.

Pomfrey replaced the charts and spent a few minutes watching her patients. Surprisingly the boy started to shift and whimpered as if having a nightmare, something he shouldn't be able to do while under dreamless sleep. Before she even had a chance to cast a diagnosis spell, the girl rolled on her side to face him and reached her hand in his direction. As she watched, he turned his head back to face his companion and rolled his hand palm up. If there wasn't 3 feet of space between the beds, Madam Pomfrey would have sworn that the two were laying next to each other holding hands.