WHO: Sirius and Nymphadora Black WHERE: St. Mungo's WHEN: Friday afternoon, after they've returned WHAT: Confusion, man. Seriously. RATING: TBD
Nymphadora sat sulking in the hospital room, rather annoyed. Whether or not they'd wound up in some alternate universe, which frankly sounded ridiculously, they were still stuck here until they were released.
They'd been poked and prodded, questioned and had all sorts of tests done. Nothing had changed; they'd passed all of them, and nothing was wrong. They'd just been out to lunch one moment and in the bloody Department of Mysteries the next. It was enough to give anyone a headache.
"Sirius," she said with a heavy sigh, reaching over to squeeze her husband's hand. "How long until we break out of here?"