Ozymandias frowned at the young man. This didn't make any sense. Perhaps Sina had forgotten something and she'd come back to get it, but that would only account for a delay of maybe ten to twenty minutes, depending on how far from the hospital she'd been when she returned. It didn't explain two hours and counting from when she ought to have been home.

"She didn't come home," he snapped, as though this ought to have been obvious. He did feel it was obvious, to an extent — he wasn't even particularly fond of Hogsmeade, much less the hospital, so he was hardly in the habit of inventing reasons to pay visits to his wife's place of work. Would he have been here at all if there was still a chance she was snoozing on one of the sofas at home? "Yes, do go look."

Maybe there was an emergency somewhere that she was dealing with and this bloke was just woefully ignorant of it... though that did seem far-fetched, unless he was especially unobservant and useless when it came to healing. He was starting to feel uneasy. If his wife wasn't at home and she wasn't at work, where was she?

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