By mid-April, the nights were no longer quite so chilly. Alistair was the only one left in the Hospital Wing, the room quiet enough to catch the sounds from not far outside the window.
Madam Pomfrey was resting in the adjacent parlor.
Alistair had slept for a long time that afternoon, and now, entirely devoid of sleep, he lay on his hospital bed staring at the ceiling and letting his thoughts wander, when he suddenly heard the faint, stealthy sound of the Hospital Wing door being gently pushed open.
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