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He told her about his week as he brushed her hair. Describing the fiasco with his second year Gryffindors on Tuesday, he laughed softly recalling the students dodging the Dianoy Vines they had unwittingly woken. The laugh faded when she did not respond, his eyes flashing with sadness as he continued describing his week.

After an hour passed, he tucked the blanket around her, making sure she was comfortable. She smiled, looking beyond his shoulder, never really seeing him. Brushing a kiss against her forehead, he said, “I’ll see you next week, Mum,” before he turned and left Ward 49.