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Melanie was trying to act aloof, like the situation wasn't bothering her at all, but she didn't think she was doing a good job at it. She had a death grip on her legs and her forehead was creased by a frown and she really, really was trying to make any sense of why Charlie was sitting right next to her, and so close, too. It made her uncomfortable and anxious; why was he there? Was he following her now? Merlin, what if he wanted to do something to her? Melanie shook those thoughts away, telling herself that she was getting paranoid about something silly. It was just a coincidence that he happened to come across her and there was no reason to think otherwise. As much of an arse as Charlie had been to her in the past, he had never tried to hurt her, so there was no reason to think he would start now. Still, a little part of her was growing nervous and she briefly considered just getting up and walking away. That was, at least, until he spoke up.

Melanie let go of her legs, letting them hit the floor and sitting up straight as she gave Charlie a once over. He looked flustered and kind of pale and she started feeling concerned for him. "Uh, Charlie? Are you feeling alright? You have this really odd look on your face, like... like the one I had when my mum made me eat veal that one time when we were seven." She reached a hand forward to feel his forehead, but pulled it back quickly, the awkwardness growing as she just sat there, not sure of what to do. She just really hoped that he wouldn't get sick. "Do you-- do you need any help? I don't know if Madam Pomfrey is up right now but I could go check really quickly if you need me to?" Melanie finally settled on grabbing his shoulder and shaking him a little bit because the hazy look on his face was starting to seriously worry her now. "Charlie?"