Rosier. She was no expert on the families of magical Britain, but it sounded familiar—perhaps the name of a notable Ministry official or one of those families. Still, that fact made her no less inclined to offer her assistance with utmost kindness, so she rose to her feet and offered a delicate hand.

"Well, Mr. Rosier," she said cordially. "I must say I agree with your assessment as well." The Irvingly Infirmary couldn't be too far away—she'd sworn she just saw it while coming this way!

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