Belle tried not stare. Seeing her colleagues at St. Mungo's was relatively rare but they weren't especially fascinating, however Mr...what had they called him? Whatever it was it certainly hadn't been Belby, yet he had trained at roughly the same time Belle had and she didn't forget a face. Their community was far too small for her not to recognise him, but she didn't think he had spotted her, or else he was purposefully ignoring her.

Which seemed a bit rich given that he was the one that had dropped off the face of the earth after becoming a werewolf.

Focusing on her potion Belle brewed the potion with ease, finishing neatly and risking another glance towards the other healer. He looked a great deal more tired than she recalled and she felt a stab of sympathy - when was the last time she had seen him?

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Lady made me sexy <3