It wasn’t exactly rare for a medi-healer to get called to the Ministry of Magic however, it wasn’t something that happened on a weekly basis either. Mabel always liked entering via the large atrium. The grandness of the great hall seemed to dwarf even the most important figures in the Ministry. Mabel was used to feeling small next to many people, including all six foot something of Dory, however that particular figure had since been quite absent in her day-to-day life. Ever since their falling out last year, she’d missed him something terrible, and being called to the Ministry to help didn’t ease the knot that had been pulled tight in her stomach ever since they’d parted ways.

Moving her gaze from the fountain, Mabel held out the piece of parchment in her hand before opening her palm. The piece of parchment fluttered like a butterfly and flew towards the lift. Mabel followed, easily slipping in with the crowd heading back to the offices after their lunch break. The parchment settled to hovering in the air by her ear while the floors passed by them. With her healer’s kit in hand, the mediwitch kept her gaze down wards; nibbled at her lip hoping the parchment wouldn’t bring her to Dory. Soon enough, rustling by her ear told her it was time to step out of the lift, and Mabel hastened after the parchment before it sailed through open office doors. Figuring this was her cue, Mabel stepped through. “Did someone call for a medi-witch?”

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