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parvatitheseer (parvatitheseer) wrote in pandorarpg,

He looked better that day, and she was glad of it. It had been worrying her ever since she'd heard he'd gone missing. It was never any good news lately, it was always bad. That was why she'd been trying as hard as she could to control her visions. She walked over and took a seat on the side of the mattress facing him with a bit of a playful scolding look. "You have to be nice to my father. He's only trying to help. You know that."

When her father had told her that Dean was in St. Mungo's, she had begged him to take the case, or get on it to help in any way he could, and he did. He'd taken over as soon as he was able, even though it wasn't the kind of case he specialized in. Then she took a small paper bag from her purse and handed it to him. "Darjeeling, with a bit of jasmine and cinnamon. It should help you feel better while you're healing." She hoped he'd like the blend. She'd only concocted it that morning. "I have one for you and one for Hermione. She's my next stop here. My father told me this morning that she'd been found last night."