As much as the presence of the boggart had clouded his mind, the one thing it had not done was produce the hallucination of Rose. She was, in fact, quite real and sat (rather than lay sprawled, which was an improvement) on the ground, looking like…well, probably a mirror image of his own expression.
"Hullo," he said awkwardly. His eyes fell to his wand, which he stashed hastily in his pocket, and then he looked back at his ex-girlfriend. Belatedly, he realised she was still on the ground, and hurried to extend his hand to her to help her up.
After having just banished a Boggart, it was probably not the most ideal time to realise that your ex-girlfriend who had, some debated, cheated on him, looked absolutely stunning, while he himself was dressed as one of the biggest nerds in the history of the United Kingdom. But a lot of his history with Rose happened to be the opposite of ideal, as it were.
The fact that she had been screaming on the ground a moment ago was a cold comfort, since she had just been faced with the frightening realistic dead Thomas, her best friend, and had a realistic fear, unlike the idea of mummified Nifflers he was probably in part responsible for the deaths of.
"You look—I—that was—" He took a deep breath because he could not stop his mouth from moving. "I mean—are you all right?"
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