Kel looked down at her, horrorstruck, when she rested her head on his shoulder. Dang girl with her stupid girlish charm. He lifted her head up gently, giving her a look that said Give me a minute. She shrugged off his Hogwarts robe and dropped it on the floor at his feet, revealing his button-up shirt, all white except for the bit of blood that had gotten on the collar. But the was on the opposite side of him than Jenn was, so he was sure (at least he hoped) that she wouldn't be bothered by it.

He nodded sharply to himself, patting her head back down to rest on his shoulder. He didn't understand why he was encouraging this when all he really wanted to do was get as far away from her as possible. Yet here he was sitting, the chair next to Jenn, allowing her to put her head on his shoulder - the same shoulder that was connected to his disgustingly black, blue, and purpley bruised hand.

He noticed her shivver, and held back a groan of annoyance. Now she was cold, now that his only source of extra warmth was the reason she was feeling sick. Forget the fact that she was perfectly warm when she was outside, kissing Jesse - and stop that thought right now Keltan Micheals before you end up punching something else and breaking your other hand.

He reached in front of her with his left hand, rubbing it against her shoulder in an attempt to at least get her to stop shivvering.