"How are you feeling Ms. Hale?" Professor McGonagall was gentle with her voice. Kristofferson had always liked McGonagall, she was like a stern grandmother but she truly did care for all of the students who were members of Gryffindor house, and Kristofferson knew that she could find refuge in her.
"I could be in a better state Ma'am, but I am up and I can move so I'm grateful for that at least." They continued to walk down the hallways and midway through it dawned on Kristofferson they were heading toward McGonagall's office. Something felt off and a pit began to form in her stomach and her heart started to pick up it's pace by a few beats. They reached the office Kristofferson waited behind her teacher as she opened to door, motioning the nervous girl inside.
"Please have a seat Ms. Hale." Those words sent her stomach rolling, this couldn't be good, and normally she could tell if she was in trouble or it was good news, but something in McGonagall's voice was off. It was timid for a lack of better word as if she was a delicate object and could break due to the slightest breeze. "Are you aware of what week of school it is?" This struck the girl as odd, but she answered what she knew.
"It's the first week of school Professor. " McGonagall closed her eyes slowly, almost as if in slight pain for the girl. "…Isn't it?"
"No, no it is not. I am sorry to say that we are in our fourth week of this term." Kristofferson's thoughts began to race again. 'What did I do?!' 'What happened?!' 'What in the hell could've happened that had left her in such a bad condition that she spent nearly three full weeks in the hospital wing?' But she wasn't given a chance to verbalize any of her questions; there was a knock on the door. She stood up faster than she should have, and had to take a second to make sure she did not fall over. She jumped a tad bit when she felt McGonagals hand upon her shoulder giving the girl aid. "Enter." The door opened, slowly and in the door way was the new defense against the dark arts teacher. She couldn't remember his name for the life of her, but her mind was racing too much for her even to care.
"They're here." McGonagall simply nodded, taking a moment she turned her attention to the panicked student.
"Ms. Hale." she sighed, "Kristofferson." This stopped the girl, McGonagall rarely called her by her first name, no matter the circumstance. "Listen to me, I need you to breath, Professor Lupin is going to take you to professor Dumbledore's office, your parents are up there, and we will explain everything to you there." Her solemn voice had a calming effect on the poor girl, but she was still in too much shock to fully function or notice everything. McGonagall guided her to the door where she nodded at Lupin, quickly she had walked off, she felt again a warm hand on her shoulder, it drew her out of her ghost state for a moment. He didn't say anything, but he gave her a small gentle smile, though all she could read from his face was. 'I'm Sorry'