Alastor Malcolm Moody (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} watchful_eye) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} breaking_point, |
"Well, I'll be sure to let him come in my stead next time." Still, he indulged her, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead with a smirk.
Alastor wasn't one to let things lay unattended and, if any of the Healers should come try to shoo him away, he didn't want them to see him take the book. Pulling off one of the evidence pouches he kept at his belt, he summoned the book from the drawer and used his wand to put it in the wizarding space inside the pouch. The pouch was magically insulated inside and out to prevent other spells from breaking through. "I'll deliver it to him later."
The diagnosis was bleak, reading between the lines of her pause. Sitting next to the bed when she tugged on his hand, he shook his head. "I'm not going anywhere just yet. And don't try shooing me." Nor was he leaving her alone. If she got something valuable away from Voldemort, she was too vulnerable here to be left on her own. If he had to leave, he wasn't going until he had someone else from the Order there to watch her. "I've had a few lessons on stubborn nursemaids recently."