 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
Naturally, Regina had been keeping close tabs on those residing in the quarantined room. Days had gone by and, thankfully, much progress had been made since the fiasco. It was something that kept her head above water, rather than be drowned by endless letters that were being delivered to her office like crazy.
Her walk from her office to the hospital wing was caused by these letters. The woman had grown tired of reading them -- certain parents demanding that she resign, the Ministry wishing to impose, the Prophet wanting an interview with her and the recovered, and so on.
Shoes loudly click-clacked as she made her way past hospital beds to the private section of the wing. After walking through the barrier, a smile grew on her face. "How are we all doing?"
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