Chapter Four
Bubbles and Hexes
Disclaimer: This all belongs to J. Rowling and J.R.R Tolkein- I'm just borrowing them.
The cloaked figure strode swiftly up to the red- brick, rather derelict looking building.
They ignored the "Closed for Refurbishment" sign with the air of someone who knows better and began to inspect the glass window. Anyone who may have been watching would think they had been working too hard when they saw her whispering to the mannequin on display and then walking straight through the window.
The woman ran through the reception, filled with rickety furniture and outdated magazines- as all waiting areas are legally required to do so. The unfortunate, yet not fatally injured patients who were waiting to be treated betrayed this particular reception as a magical one. A young girl, possibly around five with blonde pig-tails was hiccupping. With every squeak, she would cause hundreds of multi-coloured bubbles to float up into the air.
"Poor dear," said one middle-aged woman with a stripy tail.
"Oh, I know. You'll be okay won't you, sweetie?" The girls mother replied, giving her a one-armed hug.
"She drank the washing up liquid!" She exclaimed, looking embarrassed.
Ginny looked away, it was painful to watch when her own family was possibly pulled apart at the seams. She could kill her husband. Oh, she knew she should have thrown that ridiculous cauldron away. It was poorly made to begin, out of some strange material and it's only redeeming feature that it changed colour from red through to blue in a pretty fashion. She was almost convinced it was meant to be used as one of those..thingies. Lava Lights? Lits?
"Cauldron Explosion. Where is he?" she growled at the Welcome Witch, who was manner was less than amiable, except now she looked rather anxious in front of the irate woman.
"Ground Floor: Artefact Accident," She replied, baring her teeth in the reassuring fashion that had been an important part of her training.
"Have a nice day, Mrs Potter," the plump, blonde with was ignored.
Ginny walked off down the corridor, only to be apprehended by a man wearing really far too much lime green for any one person. It was too much lime green for a host of people, even. Such was the uniform St. Mungo's Hospital. Regrettably. She tried to look at his name badge as subtly as possible, "Helbert...Spleen?"
He looked delighted, "Oh, you've seen me around? Maybe you've read my colomn in the Daily Prophet?"
She blinked. "Um no, actually we don't buy that newspaper."
It had written more than enough rubbish about Harry in the past to deserve sueing for their every last sickle. No, they were strictly a Quibbler household. The unfortunate side effect to this moral decision was that, well, they never knew what was going on. Spleen didn't look pleased by this information. In fact, he seemed especially displeased.
"In that case, " He said flatly, straightening up and narrowing his eyes, "It's Professor Helbert Spleen, thank you very much".
"Fine then! I just want to know where my husband is," she snapped at him. "Is he dead?!"
Spleen immediately sprang into a professional demeanour, "You're looking for Mr Potter, yes? Come right this way".
They stopped just before a miniature herd of what seemed to be..."Reporters? Here?"
Ginny gaped at Spleen in disbelief. He looked back at her helplessly.
He seemed embarrassed enough for her not to hit him, "If it's any conciliation, your husband wasn't dead last time I was in the ward. Although the reporters were rather stubborn when asked to leave".
"We shall see", Ginny replied grimly. Apparently a few Bat-Bogey hexes wouldn't go amiss.
AN: The chapters have all been moved around and stuff. I hope it hasn't caused too much confusion, this one is completely new.