His smooth movements indicated either a natural grace or plentiful practice, and given his large, broad stature, Dionisia was inclined to believe the latter. She moved towards him with a smile and took hold of the chair's handles. A single push quickly proved that this walk was going to be far more difficult than the three small children she'd taken for a spin earlier—hopefully Mr. Rosier might find the strength to take a step or two later on.

"I hope you are," she responded, her tone laced with amusement. "Because you're stuck with me for the next half hour. I'm afraid the rooms are beginning to fill up and the healers would like to see some patients back on their feet and back to the streets if at all possible."

The Irvingly Infirmary, unlike the hospital in Hogsmeade, was not meant to sustain a large number of patients at any given time. Unfortunately, the inability to travel combined with the visibility problems meant all patients were confined to these walls at the moment. If only the Ministry could find a way to make it disappear!

With that, she pushed him out of the room, albeit in a silent struggle.

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