She brought me cookies!

[flying_stag]

Who? Helga and James (and Sirius if he wakes up)
Open? No.
Where/When? Hospital Wing, afternoon the Tuesday after the duel with Fenrir.
What? James is having thoughts that bother him and after him thinking that maybe more pain potion would help, Helga has offered to come up and talk to James, to make him think instead of avoid. Sirius is asleep

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[blessed_broc]

Helga was a bit nervous. She had heard a lot more about James Potter than any one person should really have said about themselves, and as much as she tried to not put stock in rumors, she knew far from what could be considered any sort of truth about him

[flying_stag]

James shrugged. "Like I got hit by the knight bus, to be honest, though that's an improvement over yesterday. Yesterday it felt like I was actively being run over by it, repeatedly." He smiled. "Those biscuits look marvelous."

[blessed_broc]

"If it's any consolation," she offered, "you don't look like you've been hit by the Knight bus. A little bruising but that'll go away in no time." Helga grinned again, a bit more sheepishly this time. "I hope they taste all right. I sort of improvised on the recipe."

[flying_stag]

"You should have seen me yesterday. My face was half covered in mushrooms." James peered at the cookies. "I'm sure they'll taste as good as they look. And I really wasn't expecting the milk. That's a nice surprise." He leaned against his pillows, which he'd arranged for sitting, and looked at the ceiling for a second. "So how does this talking thing go?"