A smile that hinted at her unprofessional curiosity touched her lips. She quickly roped in her emotions and nodded, slowly opening up the pink envelope. She opened it, her eyes scanning across the page, but—

"Reuben Crouch," she murmured, suddenly overwhelmed by a wave of warmth and unjustified affection. The smile returned, but this time it was wider and uncharacteristically silly for the serious mediwitch.

"I..." she said, suddenly aware that she was meant to be reading this to the patient. She could not, however, find her focus, nor the will to maintain professionalism when the only person on her mind was a stranger.

"I must go," she said quickly, clutching the envelope tight in her palm. "I must find him."

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