The hospital wing was a simplistic place with peeling yellow and black dandelion wallpaper, white curtains, and near bare cots. There was one point of interest, the way the moonlight and torches illuminated the colors of various potions.
"Did you have another rough night, Ilene?"
Ilene nodded as Professor Sinistra turned and walked back.
"It wasn't that bad until someone... well..." she rubbed the back of her head.
Madam Pomfrey swished her hand in a gentle motion, "You do not have to tell me if you don't want to. My priority is keeping you safe."
"If I tell you, will Pa- the person know?"
She sighed, "I can deduct points but Parkinson or whoever it is isn't under my jurisdiction. You could try Professor Snape."
Ilene imagined him telling her to get over herself and leave if she was lucky. If not, either detention or he'd tell Parkinson.
"Never mind, can I stay the night?"
"We have available room if you have your nightclothes."
After changing from behind a curtain, she laid on a bed and gulped down the purple Dreamless Drought that the Healer prepared with exact precision.
