She couldn’t help but giggle at his having called her ‘ma’am’. The title seemed so much more suited to a strict headmistress or the ward matron rather than Mabel who, at her tallest, maybe reached just below Harry’s earlobe; although she did tend to adopt a rather strict tone when dealing with patients like her dear friend who were not the best at adhering to strict medical orders, so perhaps the moniker wasn’t all that misused.

“Open up,” She commanded, standing up and unstoppering the vial and withdrawing the glass dropper. “Three drops of these, and mind you it’ll burn going down.”

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