Prompt: 021. Friends
Word Count: 332
They both ended up in the Hospital Wing with adjacent beds.
She fussed and fumed at first, but gradually her smile became warmer and softer as she glanced over at his sleeping form more frequently.
His breathing was deep and even. It created a soothing rhythm that smoothed out the small creases around her eyes and mouth.
She wondered how he could look so peaceful. She marveled at his smile, a stark contrast to his normal scowl and look of contempt he usually bestowed on anyone stupid enough to stare at him.
She found herself dozing off and when her eyes were closed, his opened.
He studied her intently, as if he was memorizing every hair on her head. He loved the way she smiled and laughed, though he knew it would never be directed at him. He loved the way she took on challenges.
He surprised himself by dreaming about her and wishing she would face him as she slept.
A few days later, she was still in the Hospital Wing. Madame Pomfrey had said her ribs were bruised and needed more time to heal. She looked over and noticed he was gone.
"You had a visitor who left you this," Madame Pomfrey noted absentmindedly as she waddled away to take care of some paperwork.
Angelina looked down at the table next to her bed and gasped in surprise.
A single cherry blossom lay on top of a piece of parchment. Cupping the flower gingerly, she read the simple note.
"Get well soon," was written in a neat scrawl. There was no signature. She knew who had sent the note and the flower.
He looked up from the book he was reading by the lake as a small bird landed on his shoulder. He took the note from the bird's leg and smiled happily at the response.
"Thanks. I'm glad that you are well," she had written.
It was the closest sign to friendship either of them could display.