There were several snarky comments threatening to burst from her lips but Febs just managed to keep them to herself. First of all who said ambulate over walk?  Second of all, CLEARLY he couldn't walk, otherwise they wouldn't be sitting on the floor of the goddamn waiting room to begin with! Honestly, men.

Febs couldn't speak about the commotion on her street, but Mr. Umbridge had said it was taken care of, that she had to trust, but as he tried to stand, Febs scrambled to her feet quickly and waited for the inevitable. He could spout nonsense about being able to walk all he wanted but that was the exact reason she'd brought him in.

And there it was. Febs rolled her eyes, mumbled an oath under her breath, but moved forward anyway, looking at the healer as she said, "And now you know why we were on the floor." She laid a hand on his shoulder as she knelt next to Mr. Umbridge again, clearly concerned, but with just a hit of I told you so in her expression.