Verity came back into the room after her discussion with George, feeling a little dizzy and distracted. She gave a little nod, stepping over. "All right. You have my permission." She said, turning to the Healer. With one hand she took hold of Margaret's hand, while giving the Healer her full attention.
"Do I need to sign something?" She asked. Verity hated hospitals, and hated all of this strangeness. It was different when it was the Quidditch pitch. She didn't mind those injuries as much, as the Healers were right there and could get to him right away. This was different. Scary. Dangerous.