Hermione frowned. "Even at St. Mungo's? My God, what is going on? Has the world gone mad?"
She sighed and let herself be rolled over and prodded as a bruise-healing charm spread over her back. "Debi is your wife, right? I hope she hasn't done anything serious. I managed to blow up my cat's litterbox a few months ago and I swear he still runs when I go near it now!"