Ralph!
Her heart sank into her stomach as the lights shut, the quiet of the waiting room feeling even heavier on her shoulders. Miranda blinked to try and adjust her eyes, but she actually had some sense to light up her wand and that helped a little. Bugger--this couldn't be good. There were a lot of people admitted to St. Mungo's at any given time, and right now, Greta was in a room after being bitten by some bloody snake that Miranda had only managed to kill because it had snuck behind the book case and she had--squished it with a spell shoving the bookcase to the wall. Gross and terrible and---
"Brilliant," she said with a sigh, pressing back into the seat and leaning onto Ralph's shoulders. They'd been on Greta duty for the past hour or so, with Kingsley standing a silent guard by her bedroom. Her family was constantly in and out, of course, but Miranda didn't mind. Greta was her roommate and one of her best friends for the longest time, so. "Should we stay here, or---"
Miranda let out a nox at the sight of a red jet of light shooting down the corridor right in front of their waiting area. Greta's room was down that way! She turned to Ralph fearfully, pulling her legs up off the floor as if it would help her disappear.
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