You tugged your blanket over your eyes and groaned. Waking up sick sucked, especially now, during a very important school week. You rolled over and covered your head with your pillow as someone yanked open the window shade beside your bed.

"Wakey-wakey, Y/N! Happy exams week!"

"Neville, please, I'm sick."

At once, the shades were closed and Neville sat down on the edge of your bed, laying a hand gently on your leg on top of the blankets covering you.

"I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do?"

You smiled under your pillow and sniffled, grateful to have such a caring friend in Neville.