Chapter 105: Professor, I Was Wrong
Alex stood beside Cuthbert. This time, when he looked at Hermes Mulciber, he didn't avert his eyes.
He had never liked his gloomy dormmate. But seeing him lying there in the hospital bed, pale and hollow, something shifted inside him. The long-standing timidity that used to weigh on his chest had been replaced.
It wasn't exactly courage.
It was closer to what Cuthbert felt. Once you've been through something real, you stop feeling so small.
His lips moved. He didn't have Cuthbert's swagger.
"Get well soon," he said quietly.
They didn't stay long. Madam Pomfrey hadn't set a time limit today, but the three of them were already turning to leave after less than five minutes.
As Regulus stepped away from the bed, Hermes suddenly spoke. His voice rasped like sandpaper.
"…Thank you."