"I heard a viscous rumour you weren't such a bad guy." Melinda said with an easy shrug. She began moving around the room. Her fingers toyed with the edge of the corset she wore as her eyes moved slowly over the rubble. She wasn't sure if she should touch anything. In fact, she was certain she probably shouldn't be here at all.
"A cure." She murmured. "There's a virus that acts like the flu, but takes magic from people. Or blocks it somehow. Nobody is sure how or why, but Slughorn said they were getting close."
Melinda's toe nudged what looked like it had been a book once. "Have you ever heard of anyone leaving the only samples of a virus in the room with potentially volatile potions? I'm not crazy, am I?"