He was on the left side of her hospital bed, holding her hand, Remus at the opposite, when he recast the diagnostic charm for what must have been the hundredth time that day. He knew it drove Sirius and Theo mad. The constant repetition of the spell set their teeth on edge. The pair sat at the back of the room, while Pansy, Luna, and Blaise had just stepped out to see if they could find a restaurant open on Christmas Eve. They were all tired of cafeteria food, but Remus had warned them that they should absolutely expect an army of Weasleys to supply food later. Draco, on the other hand, suspected that they just needed a moment. Luna was an empath, and while she wanted to be here as much as she possibly could, even her bubbly personality was drained, and Pansy was doing her best to give her breaks from the permeating sadness.