Today had been utter rubbish. In the past year, Roger actually couldn't think of a day that had gone worse. He hadn't slept, too worried with watching Lavender toss and turn between being given more potions. Then he'd had practice that couldn't have gone worse short of a serious head injury
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Hearing the knock, she dragged herself to the door, running her fingers through her hair.
"Roger." She blinked, surprised to see him there. It barely took a second before she was throwing her arms around him in a hug though and leading him in. "Are you alright? Is she alright? Did something happen?"
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"I don't know. I mean, nothing's happened or Mum would have told me. I haven't been back today. I haven't had time." Even as he followed her, Roger felt incredibly guilty. He really should be at St. Mungo's, not here. But it was too conflicting in it's complexity, so Roger tried to ignore it.
Shoving a hand through his already incredibly disheveled hair, Roger shook his head. "You probably know more than me, really."
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"I'm sure she's fine. She had plenty of people ready to do anything she needed, and the best Healers on her case." She tried to reassure Roger, letting him sit and heading to grab him a drink. "Besides.... she's pretty drugged up at the moment, I don't know she'll really remember who was or wasn't there today. It's more important you look after yourself for now."
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"I'm fine, Maeve, really." It was obvious by the bags under his eyes, though, that he wasn't. At least not completely.
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