A note from Harry was…not good. Mabel had managed not to panic when she received the message from her friend that he needed help - not a rare occurrence in their friendship, really - but she made haste to his lab as soon as she’d seen his messy scrawl on the piece of parchment. Nearly out of breath, she raised her hand to knock rapidly on the door while she gathered her bearings. She was wondering briefly if she would have to knock the door down with a spell when the door was opened and Henry Berkwood stood there in one piece. At least as far as she knew. Mabel almost cast a diagnostic spell on him before even saying ‘hello’, but his greeting caused her to pause in raising her wand.

She hurried after him now, eyes surveying his person as he walked back to his sitting area. “And what does it look like, Harry?” She shot back, barely concealing her exasperated tone. Already her wand was whirling through the air to make a few cups of tea for them while she waited for him to answer.

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