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[Zerrin Fergusson]

Zerrin was still recovering from splinching in apparition- he'd been bandaged and wrapped and left to rest. He just hoped Fraser didn't hear about it- he didn't want his brother to worry. Zerrin was sitting in one of the beds, leaning back against the wall and just resting. He'd lost a good bit of blood, and he'd have some wicked scars, but he was all in one piece. More or less. He was dozing a bit, comfortable under the blanket. He hadn't been in the hospital wing before, and he didn't want to make it a recurring thing, but he was glad it was nice. Hurt people deserved this bit of comfort, he mused. He'd have to make sure to volunteer to help out here when he could.

 

[Fraser Fergusson]

Fraser had of course heard about what had happened in the Apparation class, he wasn't in it, but he had friends in sixth year and had immediately set off to go sit with him in the hospital wing. He had plenty of things he needed to be getting on with, but Fraser knew there was nothing more important than family. he had stopped by the gardens to pick some of Zerrin's flowers, and haphazardly made a card before coming to the hospital wing. He spotted him immediately and headed out. "Hey," he greeted, his tone tinged with worry. "You okay?"