Treyen actually felt a small smile forming on his face. She was very sure of it, and this wasn't the first time he's heard something like that about chocolate...it was probably Miranda the one who said it, though, so it was okay if he didn't fully believe her. But Healer Moretti, well, it was her job to know of things that could heal, no?

Actually, being a Healer could be awesome, but having your pictures taken was far more awesome. Or making wands. You'd help more people by making finer wands than Ollivander once did. The old Ollivander, of course.

He'd almost forgot that he was in the Hospital Wing...until Miss Moretti returned...that's when it all came back. Perhaps he only needs to get distracted...

...will that be the cure for heartbreak?

Treyen was determined to find out. "Thank you, Miss Moretti," he said, and took just two chocolate bars, after all, he had none back in the dormitory.

The time was up, because the only medicine he was taking was chocolate, and he was most sure that he didn't need a follow up, right? That's when he stood up, "I do really appreciate the effort for trying to minimize the symptoms of this illness," yes, because being heartbroken felt just as any other illness. He'd also appreciate none of this conversation to leave the room, especially not to reach the ears of a certain formerly-Upstead.

He sooooo wanted to give the pretty Healer a hug...she was forever nice and forever beautiful, but if he got the hug back, then he'd probably cry right there...and boys don't cry.

"At least we have the best Head of House everyone can wish for, no?" he smiled, as he looked at her. Oh, yes, he was well-aware that she was now Head of House, since the feast, but he never brought it up.

The Hospital Wing was actually busy, which was odd, considering the year was just starting, but still, "I think I leave now." He had a certain redhead to find, and an Arya.