Her many trips to the hospital ward during her years as a student meant that she could've found her way there in her sleep. Not even bothering to check to see if the Headmaster was following her, she climbed the stairs to the first floor. With her heart in her throat the entire journey, she didn't calm down until she saw her son sitting up reading one of his schoolbooks. Though he was still a little pale, he looked much better than he did the night of his attack.