Oh Merlin, she was panicking. He pursed his lips tightly, bringing his hand to her arm so that he could look her straight in the face.
"Yes, I'm Minister Conway. Don't you worry, we're going to head to St. Mungo's and ..." Merlin, his head was spinning already, "And get you your husband." Or someone else.
"But we need to go now." Because if he didn't leave right now he was going to pass out on her.
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