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CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN: start a war — klergy
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A month had gone by in the blink of an eye.
It was a long, tense month, the air growing still, the sky still grey despite the promise of summer. Life went on as per usual, but even Meredith could feel the evil simmering in the air, preparing for its climax. It was like the calm before a great big storm.
She had spent the beginning of the month drifting in and out of the Hospital Wing, where Madam Pomfrey had insisted on keeping Draco for at least a week (it quickly became two when she found that his wound hadn't healed properly yet). Pansy often accompanied her, insisting that he would want her to bring him his homework and the two girls would sit on the neighbouring bed, talking and trying to make him laugh. Blaise also often sullenly stood against the wall, arms crossed and hardly saying.a word, but it was his presence that really mattered in the end.
Meredith sometimes came to visit him on her own, bringing him books that she had taken an interest to. Sometimes she would read aloud to him, making commentary along the way, because it still hurt him to sit up and read on his own. Then they would talk, and talk, for as long as time allowed them. Daphne and Blaise were Meredith's best friends, but the connection she had developed with Draco was of the unexplainable sort.
