Dionisia did her best to keep a strong hold of Mr. Rosier's arm as they stumbled through the fog. Despite the thickness, every step she took pointed to more familiar geological features. The outline of the sign for the meat market, a small orchid meant to decorate the shopfronts—all were familiar, and more importantly, they revived her sense of direction. She let out a relieved sigh. They were almost there.
"I'm not sure everyone is well-informed at the moment, Mr. Rosier, though I would hope the Auror Office is atop the list of agencies that are," she said, eyes widening as the outline of the infirmary came into view. "We'll know in a moment, though; the infirmary's right over there."
"I'm not sure everyone is well-informed at the moment, Mr. Rosier, though I would hope the Auror Office is atop the list of agencies that are," she said, eyes widening as the outline of the infirmary came into view. "We'll know in a moment, though; the infirmary's right over there."
