The sixth.. wait.. seventh year eyed him bizarrely as he gave one final cough. "You right?" She asked curiously as he nursed his head. She disregarded his health because he always had some sort of injury and hugged him. His wiry limbs wrapped around her and she frowned. Had he always been this bony? She let go, picking up her broom, eyeing his taller, lankier and shallower appearance with a critical eye.

She glanced down at her attire - all unironed shirt and tatty vans. It was exciting living out of a suitcase. "S'hot today," She murmured dismissively. He was skinner. Right? Maybe she just hadn't seen him for ages and ages. But he was definitely taller.. perhaps paler but the lighting of the LC was shoddy and she while peering through the light wasn't making it any easier to see.

Her question about his MIA status over the summer brought about a change in his usually extremely chirpy mood, in fact, he seemed almost reserved, quiet. There was no smirk and Cameron frowned at her boyfriend wondering what had happened to make him so.. quiet.
She frowned. "Owls are really useful things. All letter-delivering and such," She told him sarcastically but regretted the drastically opposite mood clash. She was fine and he was.. looking sickly. She didn't like it.
"Nuh-uh babe." Taking his hand, she squeezed it lightly. "I'm buying you lunch. You look like you need it."