"What, is there a lack of beds or something?" Sophia woke to hear Remus's playful voice talking beside her.
"As a matter of fact, there is.." A kind, soft voice she recognised as Dumbledore's reached her ears, and she opened her eyes slightly and looked up at Severus who was already looking down at her. She smiled and turned over to face Remus and Albus.
"Isn't it rude to wake up patients who are sleeping? It might hinder the healing process!" Sophia said, and turned back over, curling into Severus's side.
"Mmm, Lupin's voice is definitely hindering my healing, I feel as if it's grating my brain away.." Severus chuckled deeply, almost inperceptibly, but Sophia knew because it rumbled through his stomach and her ear was against it. She smiled to herself. Everything was going nicely.
"What is the body count for our side, Albus?" Severus paused. "That is to say.. Who did we lose?" Sophia stilled as she heard Remus take a breath.
"We lost Minerva," Sophia felt Severus tense at this, "and Draco, Ginny... Draco died trying to save Ginny, and Ginny died here in the hospital wing later..."
Sophia zoned out here. She didn't know any of these people, and she felt sick that although they had died, she couldn't be majorly upset. Because she had never really known them.
Sophia stood up and excused herself, Severus watched her the whole way as she walked out of the hospital wing and into the hallways.
Light shone through many holes in the walls, and students who were not horribly injured walked around picking up stones and piling them into piles to be used to fix the holes. A few brooms worked on their own to sweep up the dust into piles, and other dustpans worked to pick the dust up and put them into bins. Sophia watched the brooms and the dustpans for a long time, sitting down against a wall and thinking hard.
If it weren't for being a werewolf, she wouldn't be here, she wouldn't have met Severus, she would be at home, staring at the something much like now, wondering what she was doing with her life.
She stood, walked through the halls, heading towards her rooms. She wanted to see if there was anything left. She came to her door and pushed it open. Most of the portraits had escaped to the top towers, away from the fighting, so none of the doors were guarded anymore. Sophia stepped into her rooms and shut the door behind her. Nearly everything was untouched. There was a hole in the wall in the bathroom that a person would fit through, but apart from that and some dirt, it was fine.
She sat on her sofa, almost numb, trying to think about what had happened. Severus had lost many people he knew, and she didn't know how to console him because she had never known them. She couldn't relate to his pain.
She laid down on her big, soft chair and she fell asleep, tears pouring down her face, wishing she was at home, but at the same time thinking maybe she was meant to be here.