"Th-thank you." It took the warmth of Ernie's cloak for Melinda to realize how truly cold she was. She began shivering in earnest, her teeth chattering now, and ever-so-slowly the fog began to clear. Yes, there would be more people arriving soon, and she knew the rest of her day was going to be spent in St. Mungo's answering all sorts of questions. But at least she had her life which was more than could be said for the poor souls inside the wreckage of Bobbin's Botanicals.
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