Minerva was stood anxiously at the foot of the bed, her hands clasped together as she stared into his bay intently. Snape was sat on his bed, leaning over him, his eyes and wand fixed on the wound in his neck. Madam Pomfrey was still bustling about the bed, her arms full of fresh bandages which she deposited in a metal dish by Harry’s head, before disappearing from view and reappearing again with a jar. Dumbledore had pulled up a chair, and was sat on the opposite side to Snape, his fingers steepled under his chin as he watched the proceedings through intense eyes.