Timeline?

As if she didn't know that. As if she thought aging led to rainbows and unicorns. Only Peyton would believe that, but even then she didn't think her cousin was that stupid. Since the wrinkling bit started all Beverly could think about was how fast was this aging-thing was going to continue. When the blonde woman mentioned it, aloud, her hands curled into tight fists on her lap, her eyes focused on the ground.

Her head did jerk up when a boy (Jun) said the Healer - HER Head of House - didn't get the job down. She sent him a glare. "It's not her fault," she muttered. "Maybe we should have gone to her first." Another mumble. And that one made sense. But she was here now, and hopefully they'd get some faster help.

Instead of feeling better that adults knew of the problem, comments about dying caused her bottom lip to tremble. She bit on it hard and tried to block out what the Gryffindor Prefect was saying. Maybe they'd find a cure before they aged too much? Well...much more than they already had.

From the corner of her eye, she saw the man (Atticus) set her letter on the table. At least he didn't seem offended by it. She'd only been trying to get help. Maybe--no, not maybe. She SHOULD have gone to the Healer first.

Was it too late to walk out?