Out of the corner of her vision, she saw the girl following her instructions as she had asked, but she continued with her whispered stream of incantations until his body suddenly sagged. Breaking off where she was - it would do little good now - Rosamund checked for his vital signs, lungs, heart, airways. She tapped his chest with her wand now, once and twice, until she was satisfied he would keep breathing where he was.

She tugged on a bell-pull at his bedside so that a colleague could come and help her in a round of further examinations, and in setting him up so that his body could rest, his lungs magically assisted while he slept. She had hope, however, that the immediate danger had passed.

“We’ll have to assist him breathing for a while, but it should give him some necessary time to start healing. The curse in him ought to be dormant again for now. I’ve a colleague coming to do some more tests, but - he oughtn’t be any worse off when he wakes up, at least.” She gave a weary smile of encouragement to the woman, feeling more drained than usual. “Sorry, Miss - I’m afraid I didn’t get your name. Or his.” She’d barely glanced at their faces before now, though she thought the girl had been a Hufflepuff at school, and he - had been in the papers before, perhaps?

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