To say Healer Tillstorm was not in a good mood right now was an understatement. In fact, she was downright furious with whoever it was that thought it was appropriate to be yelling like a banshee.

Crossing her arms over her chest she glared at the two girls in the room. "In case you haven't noticed, this is a hospital, NOT the quidditch pitch. I suggest you take your yelling somewhere else before I throw you in the dungeons to rot in detention!" A bit extreme, maybe. But Cecelia Tillstorm would not tolerate this kind of behavior from anyone.