"Oh," Sally looked up forlornly at the Healer lady, the amount of woe injected into that one syllable was enough to make even the most perky Hufflepuff want to weep, "Alright...."

He pulled himself out of the chair, stumbling slightly on his first step before making a valiant effort to pull himself together and walk towards his assigned room. As he passed by the older boy, he cast the full effect of his miserableness on him, "All the best, Jake..."

He played nice, because after all... in sickness, who did they have but each other?

In truth, Salmandrius Beaugustus Malfoy just craved the attention, and he looked like a right git walking across the waiting room at the pace of a flobberworm. Such was the effect of having an overly-doting mother.