It was now the twenty-seventh straight hour Delaney had been at St. Mungo's, and she was slowly beginning to unravel. Cranky children, an almost-dying child (she'd taken care of that one, thank goodness), and MacFusty and Troy's little game of King of the Ward had all combined to make the perfect recipe for the perfect migraine. Delaney could feel it building right behind her left eye.
Still, she managed a bright smile (bright for her, at least) when she spotted one of her favorite younger cousins.
"Pansy!" she called, weaving her way through the crowd.