I sit in the waiting room of St. Mungos, among the ill, wounded and anxiously waiting relatives. Everyone has the same expressions etched across their faces, fear, hope, sadness, admiration and at times, love. It's so humbling to see.

My eyes are trained on the bright white wall in front of me, waiting for the moment the healer walks through the frosted glass door and calls out my name.

They don't allow pets into the hospital, which is strange because I think that loving, comforting animals will help you get better a lot quicker than any puzzle or card game. Biscuit would cause no trouble and is practically invisible, I mean, it's not like I'm asking to bring a dragon in. Although it would be fun to....

I snap out of my absentminded staring and turn to the small, wooden table beside my chair. I flick through the tatty, old magazines telling me what robe colour was 'in' a year ago, always keeping an ear open to peoples conversations around me. Call me a stalker, a weirdo, or even a creep, but I find it fascinating to listen in on others. Anyway, it's not like I'm going to tell anyone anything.

"Imogen Prewett?"

I raise my head at the sound of my name and catch sight of a stick thin blonde lady who smiles warmly at me, sending an immediate feeling of calm rest across my mind. I wonder how many years she's had to practice that. To be the bearer of both bad and good news but still hold a sense of reassurance wherever he goes.

"I'll show you to your room."

She leads me down a long white and blue corridor to a ward, where big glass windows take up the majority of the walls. There are four beds, only two seem to have been occupied recently, I guess it'll soon be three though.

I'm given the bed by the window and the nurse utters a few gentle words before leaving me in peace to sort out everything. I take a deep breath to gather my thoughts and lean over the windowsill, relishing in the feeling of the cold air against my face.

I settle myself in and and let my hair down loose over my shoulders, sighing as the ache from my ponytail finally goes away. Once everything is packed away nicely and I have my books laid out beside me, I climb into the soft bed and snuggle down with a new muggle book called Emma. Arthur keeps on supplying me with more and more books, anxiously awaiting a detailed account of them after I've finished. I expect this book to be no different.

"Imogen! Hi I'm Emily!" A girl with tan skin and dark hair suddenly seems to have appeared in the bed next to mine. She sits herself up on her pillows and looks at me. "I hope you don't mind if I don't get up, my legs don't have any bones in them."

I just smile and offer a little wave, marking my book page with a tissue.

"Oh yeah, they said you couldn't talk. Why is that? Do you not have a tongue? Do you not have a voice box?" The young girl babbles frantically. "I heard somewhere that traumatic events can leave someone with the inability to speak, did you suffer from something like that?"

"Emily!" Comes a short and sharp reply from the bed opposite to mine. "You can't ask someone things like that. You barely know her." The other girl lowers the magazine from her face and glares at her.

Seriously, these girls weren't here when I came in. How have they suddenly appeared? Am I really that oblivious when I'm reading?

"That's Hannah, she doesn't talk much and is generally very grumpy." Emily explains to me in a loud stage whisper. "You'll get used to her though."

"Ha! Spend a week in a room with her and you'll see why I'm grumpy." Hannah snaps back, pulling the magazine up to cover her face and block us from view once again.

I just smile uneasily at them and pick up the piece of paper on top of the desk. It shows my daily rota and doctors appointments in bold. I sigh as I wonder how long I'll be stuck in this boring sequence of events.

"Imogen?" Hannah says carefully. "Can I see your timetable?"

I nod and walk to her bedside, she swings her legs around and sits on the edge of the bed, patting the spot next to her and gesturing for me to sit down.

"How come you never asked to see my timetable?" Emily pouts and crosses her arms.

"Because firstly, I find you irritating. Secondly, you're meant to be in a different ward for young people but they ran out of space and so my peace was shattered by you coming here. Thirdly, we're in different categories with different itineraries. And lastly, you're irritating." Hannah rolls her eyes at her and looks over at the slip of paper.

I frown at the twos exchange but brush it off and compare it to hers. We have a few of the same sessions, but not a lot.

"They mainly just leave us in here and let us do whatever." Hannah says sadly. "But we get to go outside after lunch and then -"

She's interrupted by a knock at the door and another healer poking their head around the doorframe.

"Imogen?" He says and I stand up. "You've got an introductory appointment now with Professor Brockett."

"Good luck." The two girls whisper in unison.

I frown, wondering why I need so much luck as I nod and head down the corridor. The healer points me towards a wooden door with an ornate silver name engraved on the door. I carefully knock on the door and push it open, revealing a serious looking lady sitting behind a mahogany desk.

"Sit down Imogen." She says, not looking up from her paperwork.

For some reason I feel like my name has been said an awful lot today and it strangely makes me a bit uneasy.

"So, I'm not going to be the type of healer who asks you how you're feeling and wants a scale from one to ten. We're going to talk like adults and we're going to be rational with this, ok? I've dealt with enough children bawling their eyes out with me and I'm hoping that you're not going to be one of them? Am I correct?"

I nod and she looks deeply into my shocked eyes.

"Good. So, because I have to write things down in your file, tell me how you're feeling."

I begin writing away and hand my note to her, she reads it quickly and a smile plays at the corner of her mouth.

"I think we're going to get along well Imogen." She says and turns back to her work, the brief, intense eye contact thankfully gone. "You can leave now."

I stand up and walk towards the thick ochre door as quickly as I can.

"But Imogen?"

Seriously why always say my name? It's not necessary.

I was so close to escaping and she just had to draw me back. I turn around, not wanting to let go of the brass doorknob and be further away from my escape.

"Try to be honest with me. If there's one thing I can't stand when talking to people in sessions like this, it's dishonesty. I can only help you as much as you want to help yourself."

I wait by the door, wondering if she's going to say anything more.

"Go." She waves her hand at me and I take this chance to practically sprint out of the door as quickly as I can.

I collide with someone tall and they catch me by my elbow, flashing a smile down at me. I'm too embarrassed by my clumsiness to even look at him properly and instead find myself level with his chest and name tag. Andrew. I speed walk as quickly as I can towards my room and feel like everyone is staring at me as I overshoot it and have to walk back down the corridor, staring at the names on the doors, to find my room.

I shut the door firmly behind me and take a deep breath in relief as I am shut away from the outside world. The two girls stop their heated conversation and stare at me like I've grown an extra head.

"Wow." Emily says in surprise. "You survived your encounter with the Runespoor."

I look questioningly at her.

"In a basic sense, it's a three headed evil snake." She says calmly. "What? She is!"

Hannah and I exchange a confused glance and I wander back to my bed, biting the thin sliver of nail that's left on my fingers.

"No but seriously. She is a Runespoor in a witches body. Take my word for it."

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Tis I, with another chapter.

I'm sorry that updates are slow and this is just a filler, but I have exams all next week and most of last week. But after that I'm on half term! Yayayayay.

So today I bought myself a giant unicorn which is meant for Valentine's Day but I cut off the 'I love you' heart on the front because I don't need some guy to love me to show that I'm worth something.

Omg someone please love me.

I hope you're all having a fantastic life and not failing drastically like I am.

Anywho, the beautifully glorious R. Lupin will be gracing us all with his presence next chapter as soon as I sort out where my thought process is heading in my life.

Stay unique my beautiful little unicorn princesses ~ Molly xxx