You know what, he talked too soon...no, thought too soon because Paul and Carlton were held up AGAIN...inside the Hospital Wing...BY a Ministry Personnel. River let out a deep sigh as he eyed the two men discussing, with Carlton still standing there trying his best not to let out forbidden words out of his mouth, "He has to go through me and Paul first before that happens, Prefect Bronwyn," he said as he trained his eyes on the salt and pepper Ministry personnel while his mind flipped through his memory bank.

Yes, that man used to work here...according to Healer Tillstorm's records, of which he reviewed thoroughly whenever he got the time. "For Fwooper's sake. I simply don't believe this guy." River muttered under his breath, trying to find a good reason for his annoying presence. "I'm going back there to fetch Carlton. You two get settled in your beds," he said as he turned to the basket of soiled clothes. "By the way, I have an extra set of second-hand uniforms stowed away somewhere. If you wish to dispose of those," he said gesturing to their soiled clothes, "Just tell me and we will get rid of it." Bad memories and all. "But then again, you don't have to worry about those for now. What you two need is a good night's rest and a meal." Without a word, River sent out a Patronus directed to the kitchens, "I won't take long." The Healer whistled for Roscoe, and the big black Newfoundland dog emerged from the main infirmary hall and into the quarantined room. "You stay here Roscoe. Watch these boys for me." River gave the dog a good old pat on the head, as he went out again to get Carlton.