He was barely able to drag himself out of bed on Tuesday, and that was his favourite day of classes. Hence on Wednesday, Nico was rolled up in bed, staring at the ceiling of the Slytherin dorm at half past twelve in the afternoon. After the incident with the Boggart, the death of his sister was running through his mind over and over again. He hadn't been focussed in class since then. That morning, he'd snapped at Draco and Theodore, who had tried to drag him out of bed to eat.

'Afternoon Neeks.' He didn't need to see who it was - Blaise had a rather distinctive, deep drawl. 'I have chocolate frogs and a pumpkin pastry.' He set the food down on the bedside table, before settling himself cautiously on the edge of the bed.

'What?' Nico muttered. Blaise hesitated, before pulling out a small pile of parchment, setting it down alongside the snacks.

'We've been polyjuicing as you and going to your classes where we had frees,' he explained. 'Marcus Flint went to your Potions class, I went to Care of Magical Creatures and George Weasley went to Divination.' For the first time in a few days, since that Friday class, Nico stirred. Eyes wide, he stared at Blaise, who took that as his cue to continue. 'I think Fred Weasley's going to double Herbology this afternoon, and Draco and I'll cover for you in Astronomy tonight.'

There was a lengthy pause, in which Nico tried not to cry. Blaise eventually ruffled his hair, rising to stand and leaving without further ado.

As was the Slytherin way.