"Why didn't you use the Wiggenweld Potion?"
"Wha?" groaned one Ronald Weasley from his sickbed.
"The Wiggenweld," the girl repeated, motioning towards his over-inflated hand, "the potion we just brewed? Made for healing injuries? It would have prevented the bite from getting infected."
"Why are you here?!" He moaned in pain.
"I wanted to ask Madam Pomfrey if she'd let me volunteer, it'd be a great way to practice healing spells."
"...you're barmy!"
The girl just looked at his infected appendage before raising her brow. "I'm not the one lying about a dragon bite."