Melinda had been thankful when the healer had stopped the growth of the damned things. They were each a foot across, and she just knew this was going to be fodder for years of teasing. She glared in Roger's direction before he even considered starting it. He wisely stayed quiet.
The older healer came in next, which was slightly worrisome. Was her case that bad? She tried not to show her panic. Not only was it beginning to make her neck ache, holding the stupid things up, but her mind had supplied all sorts of horrible scenarios. What if the weight grew too much and they snapped off? Would she bleed to death? Or maybe it'd cause her neck to break!
"Yes, Roger's got the damn amulet. I swear, I should get hazard pay for this," she muttered. "Just so you know, I put no stock in the bloody things, but I'm with the MLE and we're looking into the damn things. Mr. Weasley better give me a stipend for going above and beyond the sodding call of duty."