Arthur didn't give much of a rat's ass about House rivalries, either, though he often fell into them out of habit. He was, after all, dating a Gryffindor. When the door opened, he didn't expect the person who walked through to be visiting him, and one eyebrow twitched up in surprise. He shifted, pulling himself up to sit a little straighter and wincing as his shoulder twinged.

Maybe not moving would be a better idea.

"Strider," he muttered by way of greeting, giving a small gesture to the seat next to the bed. "I can say it's been better. Breaking my clavicle was never high on the list of things I'd like to do before I die."

Arthur gave a wry smile.

"No permanent harm done, I think."