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Gwenog Jones (haveyoumet_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

He really didn't look well, and frankly she was all for apparating to St Mungo's regardless of what he'd said, but she had a real feeling that he wasn't messing around with his want to avoid the place. Best idea was probably to do as much as she could as quick as she could.

I won't make a sound. That... that didn't sound in any way like a good thing. "Okay then," she said and braced herself. "On three," she said and started counting in Welsh. "Un, dau-" she said and yanked hard and straight, feeling he crunch of straightening bone. She muttered to herself in Welsh as she moved to the next finger and adjusted her grip, probably loud enough to hear but not make out properly. "Bastards, this isn't how you fucking treat people. What am I doing? I am not this person." Thankfully despite all that she was perpetually calm under pressure, especially when she didn't need to yell at an idiot for not doing their job properly. "And again," she said, switching back to English. This time she was planning to wait until three to move.