Who: Angelina Johnson, Fred Weasley and George Weasley
Where: St. Mungo's
When: May 28, 1998
Rating: TBD
Angelina glared at the witch reapplying her bandages. She was taking too long and Angelina had important people to see. Her arm was still a mess and Angelina refused to look down at it while the bandages were off. She could smell the salve they applied and it turned her stomach. When the witch announced she was done, Angelina jumped up and nearly ran out of the room before they could suggest any physical therapy. That hurt like hell and he wanted to be in top form for Fred.
After asking a few people where he was, Angelina made her way up to Fred's room. She peeked in the door and her stomach dropped somewhere near her feet. Seeing one of her best mates in a hospital bed was not exactly something she had prepared herself for, but she reminded herself that it was a hell of a lot better than seeing him in a coffin.
She pushed open the door and walked in, a smile on her face. "Hey, Freddy. You look like shite."