“Gaaabbbiii!” Healer Poppy clapped her hands in obvious delight at the appearance of the former healer. “We’d love the help! Come, come, there’s a box here with some candles and a lot of burnt down candles in this corridor to rePLAAAACCCE.”

With Emmerson done explaining to Nemesis what they were doing, the healer offered the boy some bread and some candles. “Let’s get a mooooveee on, these candles won’t replace themselves!”

Ah and there it was, the calm she’d been expecting. Healer Poppy went on as if nothing happened, moving toward the third year Gryffindor girl. “Come now, Emmerson. All your friends are busy little bees at work. Why don’t you help Margaret with those candles there.” So zen, so lovely. She enjoyed seeing the children like this.

It was all she ever wanted.

“You, too, Lisa. These candles are burnt down. Do you want to be walking through a dark castle at night? Oh goodness, no, that will cause quite a fright!! Nightmares! Night terrors! Falling down stairs and breaking limbs, oh it simply won’t do!!”

Now would they like more bread while they got back to work!