A cringe set itself upon Drake's long face as Madam Pomfry advanced on him, jumping down his throat with questions about his visit. "I'm just here to see a friend." he let out, side-glancing toward Othello. Typical to leave the wench all to Drake, really. But, it wasn't as if he had helped with Otto's battle much either. In fact, he probably deserved it from all the snide remarks earlier. The Slytherin shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans, jerking his head back to move the hair away from his eyes.

"Kristopher Kessler." as the Ravenclaw boy's name slipped from the teenagers lips, Drake's dark eyes caught a curtain pulling itself up around his friend's bed. "No visitors right now. He's rather ill." Pomfry told him in that same stern tone, pointing a crooked finger at him in a demeaning manner. Drake shrugged his shoulders slightly, words of his return nearly leaving his mouth before people burst through the doorway.

Madam Pomfry went into a frenzy, forgetting mostly about Otto and Drake as she rushed off to the newcomers. The dark haired boy turned toward his Gryffindor friend, a questioning expression etched onto his face. "This happen usually?"