"Sixty five, Merlin – at least you'll have the advantage of hanging that over other people's heads!" Tilda quipped. Witch Weekly was passed around at work often enough - though Tilda herself wasn't subscribed to the magazine, she knew the hospital was for their younger patients to keep themselves occupied whilst attending the ward. Earlier that week she'd caught a glimpse of the cover and given a little chuckle to herself thinking perhaps she'd take a glance at the article on a break.

At least this saved her the trip, the redhead thought, as she peered over at the magazine. "Oh!" she said, amusement flickering across her features. "I believe I'll pass just a year before you then." Another glance at the page told her even more details of her fate. Accidental poisoning, same as Miss Malfoy. Tilda laughed before setting her teacup down, her eyes hovering over to the pile of biscuits in front of them. She was quite hungry, but given the company, she put perhaps a bit more thought into how much she should indulge...

Well, if she was going to die in 43 years, perhaps another biscuit wouldn't hurt. "And my biggest regret shall be following my heart and not my hea – well that's a bit presumptuous, isn't it?" She added with a giggle.