Filing the name away for future references, Penny waited until the life emptied and then neatly slipped inside with Hestia and the patient.
"She is?" The words were comforting and she let a sigh of her own escape. Good. Fine was more than good.
Coughs racked the womans body and Hestias voice had turned more urgent in her questioning.
"Hogsmeade. About eight hundred yards from the Three Broomsticks, I thought she drunk at first."
The lift was magically enlarged - and there was more than enough room to watch both the woman on the stretcher and Mediwitch Jones. "She was stumbling towards me, I had gone for a wander around the houses and thats when I saw her."
There was a lot of questions unanswered and Penny began to realise they would probably remain so. Still there was one on her mind. "Her daughter, is there anyway of contacting her?"