Peter checked his watch. The orderly had already told him that his patient Miss Weasley was awake, and as ordered by Healer Cornfoot, he asked the orderly to gather the necessary potions. The orderly should have been back five minutes ago.
He frowned and walked toward the lifts. The doors opened and his orderly stepped off. "Where the bloody hell have you been?"
"Sorry Healer Malotti," the orderly stammered. "The Apothecary was dead quiet. I had to wait for someone." Then the orderly dumped the potions into Peter's arms and scurried off.
He shook his head and entered the room. "Good evening, Miss Weasley," he said and he stopped. The room was half full of people. "I don't believe it's visiting hours," he added.