By Thursday morning, the students were all having breakfast.
Malfoy was beside Will, asking him for help—he had recently begun studying healing magic, a subject rarely covered in Hogwarts' regular curriculum.
He wanted extra lessons like Will. Everyone knew Madam Pomfrey was the best practitioner of healing magic at Hogwarts.
Naturally, Malfoy had little contact with Madam Pomfrey, so he had approached Will, hoping he would put in a good word for him.
"Don't worry, Draco. Madam Pomfrey is easy to talk to, and she's a lovely person. All you need to think about is learning as much as you can," Will told Draco as he passed Sylvia the salad. "Study hard, and you might even become the Head of St. Mungo's someday."
"Here's hoping."
Malfoy smiled a little sheepishly. He certainly wasn't that confident. He picked up a glass of Coke and took a long gulp, feeling much better—yes, Hogwarts' dining hall had recently started serving Coke.
"I'll find time to talk to Madam Pomfrey about it today. Come along with me, and we'll see what she says."
"Thanks, Will."
"What for? If you want to thank me, get me a glass of grape juice. Just a small one."
That morning, Will had chosen vegetable salad, a roast chicken leg, oatmeal, and a small glass of grape juice.
Dumbledore seemed very fond of the drink, and it had gone down well with the students too. Will occasionally had a glass himself.
It was worth mentioning that Dumbledore hadn't chosen the tooth-achingly sweet variety.
Just then, a flock of owls swept into the dining hall, dropping packages of all sizes.
A package landed in front of Draco. He set down his Coke and opened his copy of the Daily Prophet.
"Oh, Merlin's Coke glass..." Draco frowned. "What's that pink toad