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Chapter Three

Narcissa Malfoy and Margaret Carlisle got along surprisingly well as they waited for the healers to conclude their consultation with Draco and Elsie.

Their conversation started when Margaret complimented Narcissa on the wonderful job she did last year hosting the annual memorial service for the Fallen 50 of the Second Wizarding war.

Margaret found Narcissa's style to be wonderfully classy and refined, something she wished were more popular nowadays.

"That means so much to me, Margaret. Thank you. I do try my hardest to do what I can. It's the least I can do." Narcissa smiled warmly.

"You'll have to tell me who your florist is. Those white rose you had as center pieces were absolutely lovely." Margaret smiled back, taking a small sip of the tea in her hands.

Narcissa snapped her fingers, and a single white card appeared.

"Tell them I sent you, and ask for Amanda. She is wonderful."

Narcissa handed Margaret the business card with the name, number, and post address to her favorite floral shop.

"Excuse me. Mrs. Malfoy. Mrs. Carlisle. You can come in now." One of the nurses collected the two women from the waiting room and they quickly made their way back to their children.

"It seems that their physical injuries are almost completely resolved, which is almost unheard of for the severity of the injuries sustained, but then again, the circumstances around their...incident are almost unheard as well so..." Healer Jacobson summoned over a few vials of multicolored potions and put them on a small tray by Elsie's bed.

"Any idea as to when they will be discharged?" Margaret asked nicely.

"We would like to run some tests. Eliminate a few possible diagnoses before we can make our final assessment. That is...if it is okay with Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Carlisle." Browish glanced from Draco and then back to Elsie.

"What kind of tests?" Draco asked, squinting his eyes suspiciously at the healers.

His voice was riddled with hesitation. Elsie could sense it.

"Just a few diagnostics. Nothing invasive or too personal." Jacobson assured.

"The basics." Browish threw in with a casual shrug.

Draco and Elsie exchanged a glance across the room. They were both still hesitant.

Elsie felt an overwhelming urge to protect Draco, and the uncertainty in these possible tests made her feel uneasy. Like they were being threatened in some way.

But she knew that they needed to do this.

They needed to give the healers whatever information they could so they could figure out what happened to them, and fix it.

The thought of fixing it made Elsie feel nauseous.

She gave Draco and small nod, and they both turned their attention back to the healers.

"Fine. Are there papers we need to sign or something?" Draco replied with a tinge of annoyance in his voice, which made his mother's posture stiffen.

"We will go collect them right now." Browish nodded, slipping his quill behind his ear before followed Jacobson out of the door.

The room was quiet for a few moments, and Elsie found it to be incredibly awkward.

"Did you apologize to Healer Jacobson, dear? I know you didn't mean to do it on purpose, but it would still be the polite thing to do..." Margaret weakly smiled at her daughter.